Where the Wind Takes Us
Where do babies come from?

 

Under the breath of the silent wind

A tiny seed is blown away

Full of life and potential

As it gently falls onto the soft soil

It slowly opens

Over time

Under the sunshine

Sprouts up

Spreads its wings

Flies into the sky

And the rain starts falling

Dropping

Its droplets are

Gently falling down

Down into the earth

And onto the plant

Day after day

Night after night

It keeps growing

Its beautiful flowers

Opening

Slowly spreading out

Blossoming

But nature is unforgiving

And the rain stops

And the drought comes

Everything changes

But the plant needs water

However

It was used for nourishment

And plentiful resources

And it can’t change in time

No matter how much it wants to rain

It never comes

It keeps hoping, tenaciously

Until the last second,

Its ashes left behind,

But everything else goes on

Like the plant

We take things for granted

We don’t expect it to be gone

And we often don’t cherish it

Until, well, it’s too late