Seeds that sprout and fly in green green gardens
Upheld in hope by summers breeze
Look down upon the greetings and partings
As they pass on high above the trees
Down upon the gutters and the drainpipes
High above the buildings of every size
Wondering what it will feel like to be falling
For now still luxuriating in the rise
If breeze should change and soon be a storm
If Sun should give way to blackest night
The seeds we wish could know only summer
We knew they couldn’t soar forever, right
If the storm should push them to the ground
It will not be theirs to grieve a summer fey
Down on earth and up on tor there is comfort
Of breeze, seeds and flight once more some day
