In fields where sunlight gently spills,
Dandelions dance with morning chills.
Their golden crowns and fragile grace,
Paint the earth with nature’s embrace.
Whispering winds that softly blow,
Carry seeds to lands unknown.
Each tiny flake a dream set free,
To find a home, to grow, to be.
Among the blades of emerald green,
Dandelions bloom, a sight serene.
Their fleeting beauty, brief and bright,
Glows softly in the morning light.
As twilight falls and shadows play,
Dandelions bid the day away.
A symbol of life’s transient song,
In their brief time, they still belong.