Watching her fade was like watching a dandelion go through its course.

A vibrant, colourful being draining of its colour;
fading into a paleness that was unrecognizable to its previous form.

The petals, thinning into light feathery specks, and eventually,
falling apart
drifting away unto their own individual path.

Like a dandelion seed, she too planted the pod for a new journey.
the seed
for the new life she created,
which she carried into existence
just moments too soon.

For it was then
that the grass became yellow,
the leaves
an assortment of orange and red,
and
the dandelion completed its course.