A Seed In the Wind

A seed in the wind By Charlie E Thomas Jr. Having fallen from a fruitful tree of love and bliss: I'm a seed in the wind, waiting to be held by the soft soils of the earth. At one point I've kissed the ground but our roots weren't stable enough to become one and so I am lonely, drifting in the wind looking for the soft bedding beneath the underbrush only to find nothing. With the constant pounding of updrafts amongst my hollow body I began to feel that all hope is lost. As I drift over the everglades, I spot a patch. Overwhelmed with joy I sore aimlessly towards what I had perceived as paradise. As I had gotten closer the mirage of soft soil whish has now become a dry oasis of bedrock and dead particles of dust, I panic. Just as I had felt the end was near, the very updraft that I had despised moments ago, felt like soft laces of silk lifting me up to heaven. As I fell back to the earth, weaving back in fourth through a thicket of vegetation: I kissed a new patch of earth, miles from the home where I had taken off. Nervous, not knowing what the future holds for me I embrace the dew moistened soil. Something unexpected happened, the very soil that I had began to embrace, has wrapped my shell in its warm hold kissing me with moisture. I began to fall in love with this new feeling. My hardened shell breaks and my soft roots began to plunge themselves deep within her rich body as we become one. Over the years we grow and change as each season pass by. Now intertwined together we have become inseparable. The breeze that once carried me in its arms now passes through my thick ferns and cools my ripened fruit. With the help of my better half, I am ready to pass on my own seed. A small piece of my spirit floats away to start a new life. I welcome my reincarnation with a loving breeze. where this seed lands I don’t know. Once again, a piece of myself is noting more than a seed drifting in the wind.