In fields where golden whispers bloom,
The dandelions dance in the afternoon,
Their fragile seeds take flight in the breeze,
A gentle journey, a silent tease.

Beneath the sun’s warm, tender gaze,
They sway and twirl in a soft embrace,
Their fleeting life, so brief and bright,
Illuminates the passing light.

With every gust, their stories spread,
Across the meadows, the dreams they shed,
A tapestry of wishes cast,
Into the future, from the past.

Oh, dandelions, so wild and free,
You teach us all to simply be,
To cherish moments as they fly,
Like seeds that float into the sky.