I Am But a Seed, an original poem

Aimless, waltzing on wind
I am but a seed
Waiting to begin

Grassy expanse beneath
the heartbeat wings
Carrying me

"Let me go, I say"
right here is the
Perfect place

I am but a seed
inside me there
Are plenty

Enough for the world
slowly but surely
I unfold

Behold

I am but a seed
of kindness,
congeniality

Bloom where I am planted
suddenly beauty, joy
a field enchanted

Though I am but one,
spread me like a smile
Good work is never done

I am infinitely inspired by wildflowers. They are at times ethereal and graceful but also wild and unruly. Sometimes, they are showy and colorful, others are rife with thorns and devoid of petals entirely.

Regardless of their appearance, they are a wild natural resource we will never tame.

Long live the power of the seed.

Hi, I'm Amelia! It's nice to meet you.

I'm a writer, minimalist, tiny home dweller, and maker living in East Tennessee, USA. You might have found me through the Ladies of Steemit curation initiative, showcasing the female voices on the Steemit platform. Let's hang out on the blockchain and see where it takes us.

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