In fields where golden whispers lay,
The dandelions dance in gentle sway.
Beneath the sun’s warm, tender gaze,
They bloom in soft and endless praise.

Their seeds take flight with winds so free,
A journey vast across the sea.
Carried on the breeze’s gentle hand,
To find their home in distant land.

They speak of dreams in silent song,
Of hopes and wishes carried long.
In every puff, a story told,
Of new beginnings and hearts bold.

Oh, dandelions, wild and fair,
With humble grace beyond compare.
You teach us life in every phase,
To cherish fleeting, golden days.