Those White Dandelions

I saw a child playing with the falls of autumn
The innocence in his face, the laughter in his smile
Like a tiny dandelion, I show him blossom.

The winter came, the petals followed
A little tug of youth followed by much of anger and aggression
I saw the kid grow now, another petal got harrowed

The kid now an adult went to the same park, sat besides the flower.
It took hold of the seasons, but it somehow looked younger.
He now saw himself in that flower, breezing with the summer wind, much wilder.

He saw the new petals instead of the ones he theft.
He would start new, even when no one was left.