It is carried in the wind and flying away.
Small seeds will now be another dandelion from elsewhere.
Dandelion will bloom again somewhere in the future.
This is the poem about Dandelion.
The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass--innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.
- Source: "Leaves of Grass," by Walt Whitman