I was like the cotton seed
Happily floating in the summer breeze,
Running to and fro
I was too happy,
Didn’t want to grow,
A cotton seed floating in the summer breeze.
The farther I went,
More joyfully I dreamt.
Dreaming and twirling till the sky went dead.
I swayed and swirled till the weather grew grim,
The sky grew duller
I felt lost, I just wanted to be drunk in colours.
My wings were weary,
My vision grew dreary as drops of rain poured from the distant drain,
Jerking me with pain
No happiness could I feign.
Slowly and sadly I was cast on the ground,
My fall didn’t make any sound!
I wish I could always be the seed,
I wish I could swim freely with the breeze.
The ground was cold but I had to be bold
My sad story would not be sold.
My wings were lost as roots emerged,
A young shoot surged
All my dreams were slowly purged.
My soul again danced as my stem branched.
Many seasons passed.
New shadows were cast.
I now bear seeds
They float in the summer breeze
Making me remember the day I was free
Making me remember old summer dreams.
3 thoughts on “Journey of the Seed”
Very meaningful and touching poem.
such vivid imagery in poetry😍
Thanks Summu 🙂