• A seed blowing through the wind
    Spinning and twisting through the air.

    Gently landing on the soft soil
    Resting under the brilliant sun.

    A light blanket of dirt covers it gently in sleep
    The light rain presses it down beneath the ground,
    Spreading it's feeble hands forth, the seed awaits birth.

    The Sun's light calls from above
    Reaching with stretching arms,
    the seed burst forth from the dark of soil.

    With a colorful display, the once seed spreads its petals
    The flower is displayed
    And within, the quiet strength of the once roaming seed.

    -Cinna 3/12/09