Amidst the fields of golden light,
Dandelions whisper dreams of flight.
Their fragile seeds, they softly glide,
Across the meadows, far and wide.

Beneath the sun’s embracing glow,
They tell us tales of winds that blow.
Each tiny seed, a wish to soar,
To lands unseen, to skies explore.

In gentle breeze, their secrets shared,
Of hopes and dreams, so lightly dared.
They drift away with silent grace,
To find a new and fertile place.

And as they journey, hearts they touch,
With promises of love and such.
For in their flight, we see the truth,
In dandelions’ eternal youth.