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
Copyright © Del Lambourne | Year Posted 2020
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