Dandelion

I fly from afar
Leaving my family,
In the Summer
To various topography;
I land and prosper
At once colorfully,
As a plant from aster
Being used medicinally;
Soon I lack moisture,
Carrying my progeny
Everywhere over
My head as heraldry;
Sooner or later
With the wind I flee,
Pale in color
Soft as cotton candy,
To bloom somewhere
In the next Spring early.