In the gentle sway of morning light,Where dandelions dance with grace,Their whispers float upon the breeze,In fields that time cannot erase.Golden faces turned to the sky,They dream of journeys far and wide,Carried by winds to distant lands,A fleeting wish on air to ride.Beneath the sun’s warm, tender gaze,They hold the secrets of the earth,In humble beauty, they stand tall,Embracing life, from death to birth.So let us learn from dandelions,To find the strength in letting go,To scatter dreams upon the wind,And trust the path where they may flow.