The speaker watches a dandelion and sees something gentle and almost holy in it. The flower is compared to a sinless baby and to fallen stars scattered across a green sea of grass. Its white seed head seems pure, and its habit of flying off in the wind makes it feel free and restless, "like unquiet spirit of a flower." The speaker also notes where it grows: meadows, fields, wasteland near town, so it seems to belong everywhere, even in rough places.
The poem ends by turning personal. The speaker wishes to "grow like a dandelion," changing from gold to thin white hair and then being carried "to the next yard." That small, modest destination suggests a wish for light, easy change rather than a dramatic escape. The mood is tender and wistful, with admiration for something weightless and innocent. The English is sometimes unusual, but the feeling comes through clearly: a quiet longing to be free of burdens.