Sycamore Seed
Spinning slowly in the breeze
The sycamore seed follows blindly the random current of sun risen air
Unique to every other
It is driven by nature to reach beyond the realm
It's passage is graced with pirouetting design
On landing, who preys for its requiring conditions?
It is by chance alone that is made the sapling tree
It is by chance alone it's true purpose is realised
It is by chance alone, chance that chances collide
Catch your breeze
Spin wildly
Reach far
Chance that chance will be knocked by your will
Unique you are, spinning slowly in the breeze
poem by Stevie Taite
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