In a field where silence softly sings,
And dandelions wear celestial wings,
Not seeds, but angels take to flight,
Carried on winds of golden light.
Each petal borne with whispered grace,
A kind soul launched through time and space,
Their halos gleam, their spirits swirl
Gentle messengers around the world.
They rise like hope on morning air,
A balm for hearts weighed down by care.
Invisible hands that heal and mend,
A breeze that brings the soul a friend.
No war can crush their feathered flight,
No shadow dims their inner light,
For every angel born of bloom
Turns sorrow’s field to living room.
So when the dandelions sway and bend,
Know that kindness rides the wind
Gentle souls with wings unfurled,
Forever flying… around the world.
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