The Little Seed
Idly drifting in the wind,
The little unhinged seed weaved Serenely through the trees.
Without a struggle.
No one could reach
No one could stumble upon it.
It stayed high above everything
That lived on the ground.
Looking down at the torment ridden Beings, the little seed sighed.
Pity, it thought,
They don't know what power there is