Seeds
The seeds are searching, searching for a home,
As they descend the wild spires of twisting hope
Into the unknown vastness that is Nature
Their fate is certain, if only unknown,
Yet they stay true in their uncontrollable flight,
Not wishing for one single moment
That they could be somewhere else
Anywhere else
For though they cannot control their path,
Nor do they know their destiny,
They know they must be brave,
They know they must keep faith,
For without faith they are nothing;
Without faith they cannot grow, cannot survive,
Cannot live.
The seeds take heart in the chill of uncertainty
As their descent quickens, bringing them closer to Earth
For though they are small their mission is great
And they must head on as the winds of fortune
Toss them about like feathers in a storm
But fear not, seeds,
For the storm is clearing and a new dawn awaits
The coming sun will welcome you
And the quiet, soft ground will accept you into her arms
In a loving embrace
Your search is over as your head comes to rest on the Earth,
A plot sanctioned by fate and adorned with promise
Your toil is over,
Your flight is at an end,
But your life is only beginning
As you find purchase in this soil
Know that whatever may be, and whatever may come,
Nothing is beyond your reach
So stay strong, and be brave, little seeds
Now is the time to grow,
Now is the time to live
You are home
- Piper Quinn
