I saw pretty white dandelions,
Swaying where the wind blows.
They followed their heart and dreams within,
They are never standstill in a row.
Their songs go flowing by the streams,
Even where the gardener can’t hear.
Their stunning little smiles can fluff,
A magical song often unheard.
A dandelion meadow looks twinkling bright,
Glints of reality flees the mind.
In a splendid field of white thin threads,
Leaving the gullible eyes so blind.
When you look at the dandelions all over the yard,
Do gather a wish to come true.
Blow away the tiny weeds,
There’s so much a dandelion can do!