Oh sweet Dandelion, with your brilliant white hue,

Hope you give to those who blew

In a flurry you go as the wind carries you

Across the world to depths not one knew.

On a simple patch of grass you sway in the breeze

While the world be cloaked in bloodshed and disease

Dandelion you may think of yourself of wealth and joy 

But in the worlds’ plea you are a mere toy.

A beacon of hope in the depths of dark

Even a child would know of your significant mark

Oh sweet Dandelion, what do you see

In a world filled with peril in the highest degree.

Toughest of weathers you may be resilient to

Just like the people in this world who knew

Smiles cover faces while sorrow hides inside

A mask of hope to keep the misery aside.

Oh sweet Dandelion, what do you see,

A sliver of hope in this world that yearns to be free.