The Down And The Downy Seed Poem by Pacific Hernandez

I am a down feather, detached from worthiness
Where I'll go, where I'd be is but an empty guess
And now I am adrift, just floating in the air
My fate and destiny unknown, I knew not where
Blown away by the wind, decays and somewhere rots
A little patch of earth won’t even fertilize
Unlike a downy seed though in the air is borne
From the parent stalk by time and wind was torn
Will land on and populate the soil and call it home