I am the seed hoping for soil enriched with tears from the sky a sun so warm one must pause the rays perched upon the eyes I could grow in solitude escaping from this pod then grab hold of the earth to become one with fertile sod so long as I can bloom and launch precious seeds some across a dormant summer sky to sprout flower, bush, or tree in the heavens I might travel farther than the bald eagle though I may end as fodder for crows who squawk and banter I am the seed hoping for you