Seed

Seed Unshackled through force , gliding on air Liberation complete , nothing compares. My journey essential in hope of my kind A task not made easy by concrete and iron My fuel carry’s on with occasional fail Longevity unknown to fill my sail. Changes in course all to swift Suddenly slowed with gentle drift. Oh no oh please don’t drop me here Just tarmac and pavement I fill with fear Relief is had with gusted blow My journey not ended as on I go. Dare I tempt fate with hope of the dream Ending my journey at some place green. It’s all I thought for the end of my task. When high above in my mothers grasp. Now of no choice I begin to fall free. This looks like the end I won’t be a tree. Suddenly crash I can’t move I’m stuck Ironically saved by this huge metal truck My carriage is stopping as I view the scene. All kinds of trees and fields of green. Forced from this monster I lift one more time But drop me honestly I really don’t mind. I’m lucky I think as I calmly lay at rest In a place like my dream With hope for the best And although at times I really could not see. One day it looks hopeful I will be a tree. D.J.L