A field smiles
Brightens
Glows
With sunshine
The wind swings
Lifts
Spins
In paired dance
Your hand
Gone
Empty
Never picking
Dandelions die alone
A field smiles
Brightens
Glows
With sunshine
The wind swings
Lifts
Spins
In paired dance
Your hand
Gone
Empty
Never picking
Dandelions die alone