In fields of gold, where sunlight gleams,
Dandelions tell their secret dreams.
They sway and dance in gentle breeze,
A symphony among the trees.

Their fragile forms, like wisps of air,
Hold wishes whispered, light and fair.
They float on winds to skies unknown,
To lands where seeds of hope are sown.

With every gust, they take their flight,
A ballet of pure, untainted light.
Each seed a story, yet to bloom,
In gardens far from winter’s gloom.

Oh, dandelions, how you inspire,
To chase the dreams we most desire.
In your delicate, fleeting grace,
We find our courage, find our place.