Time passes by like dandelions

I watch as the dandelions flow through the air, and I can feel the air flow through my hair. I feel as young and free as free as the dandelions flow through the air. Leaves in the wind pass me by like as fast as time flies. I'm just sitting in one spot as my heart begins to drop. I am now old and grey and brittle and fray. I can no longer get up without a cane, but the smell of sweet nectar relives me of all my pain. Now the day has come, the wind still blows, and the leaves still pass, the grass still green, and now finally I am one with the grass. As my body starts biodegrading, I am now part of the wind that flows and the dandelions that pass. I no longer feel pain. I feel freedom once again.