Tiny helicopters; they descend
I sit on my porch and I watch their
Wobbly hap hazard fall to the ground
Their journey will be treacherous
Relying on the whims of the wind
One lands near me and I suppress the urge
To crumble it in my fingertips
By chance of by luck some find a spot
To take root and grow
While others get lost and wither away
Never to reach the sky
I just hope this is not my fate
Plant this seed and take root