In fields of green where dandelions sway,
Golden heads tilt toward the sky,
They whisper dreams in the gentle breeze,
And bid the weary soul to fly.

With tender roots that clutch the earth,
They anchor hope in soil and clay,
Yet when the time to wander comes,
They drift like thoughts that lose their way.

Beneath the sun’s warm, loving gaze,
They bloom and fade in endless dance,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s grace,
In every moment’s passing chance.

So let us cherish dandelion dreams,
And find our peace in their embrace,
For in their flight, we too may soar,
And feel the wind upon our face.