In fields where golden suns arise,
Dandelions dance beneath the skies.
Their fragile whispers caught in breeze,
Fluttering hearts with effortless ease.

A tapestry of yellow and white,
Blooming bright in morning’s light.
Silent wishes they carry afar,
Each seed a journey, each puff a star.

Through seasons they stand so bold,
Stories of time they gently hold.
With roots deep in earth’s embrace,
They speak of love, they speak of grace.

As daylight fades, they softly glow,
In twilight’s hush, they start to show
That in their fleeting, transient flight,
Lies the beauty of life’s gentle light.