In fields where sunlight gently spills,
Golden dreams take flight with ease,
A dandelion sways and thrills,
Caressed by every whispered breeze.

Its petals, soft as morning dew,
Reflect the sky’s eternal blue,
Each fragile seed, a wish anew,
Carried where the winds pursue.

Amidst the grass, a humble crown,
Yet in its heart, the world is found,
A testament to life’s profound,
In scattered seeds upon the ground.

Oh, fleeting flower of the hour,
You teach us all of nature’s power,
To find our strength in what seems small,
And spread our hopes beyond the wall.