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