Seedlings Poem by Phil Soar

Seedlings



Blown on the wind of a thousand storms
The seedlings circled the world
Making advances to shores never seen
Swirling on a low pressure system
Travelling for miles without a navigator
Being overtaken by migrant birds
And wishing it knew where it would set

Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 19 September 2015

Verily, the seeds travel a great distance, blown by wind, flown by water and birds, without a human navigator, A lovely poem indeed,

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