Plants By Chance Poem by Ima Ryma

Both blown through air we two did meet.
As we blew, we did shoot the breeze.
At last we both dropped safe and neat.
Close by in ground we both did ease.
From water and soil nutrients,
The two of us began to sprout.
Alike in ways we each did sense,
But also different no doubt.
Praise to each other we would give.
We'd come a long way, yes indeed.
Fate put us side by side to live,
Beginning as a spore and seed.

Both fern and flower we did bring,
And watched us both grow through the spring.