In fields of gold, they gently sway,
Dandelions dance in the breeze’s play.
Soft whispers carried on winds so light,
A fleeting beauty, a wondrous sight.

Each seed a dream, a wish untold,
Carried afar, where stories unfold.
In sunlit meadows, they take their flight,
A journey begun, from day to night.

Golden crowns beneath the azure skies,
A tapestry woven where nature lies.
In their silent grace, they softly sing,
Of hope and change that new winds bring.

As twilight falls, they rest in peace,
Their gentle dance, a sweet release.
In every breath, a promise lies,
Dandelions whisper, as day softly dies.