In fields of green, where sunlight once shone,
A lonely dandelion stands all alone.
Its petals, once vibrant, now wilted and gray,
As tears of sadness fall, day by day.

Once a symbol of joy, a beacon of hope,
Now discarded and trampled, unable to cope.
The world sees a weed, an unwanted sight,
But beneath the surface, a heart filled with plight.

Each gust of wind carries its fragile dreams,
Scattering them far, like forgotten schemes....