Post by roadrunner3 on Sept 4, 2007 20:42:36 GMT -6
Swirling, floating, drifting on summer breeze
Without a care, but with great potential,
Fresh from a launch provided by a sneeze
Gifting the velocity essential.
Some in disdain will call them common weeds,
These puffballs white that call out to the wind,
But if they knew the power of the seed
Why certainly their judgment they'd suspend.
The progeny that lurk in this one float
Could grow in fields flung far across the earth,
Its journey no less marvel than the mote
That found the egg that ended in your birth.
So when you spy the cotton floating round
Embrace the wind that favor with you found.
Without a care, but with great potential,
Fresh from a launch provided by a sneeze
Gifting the velocity essential.
Some in disdain will call them common weeds,
These puffballs white that call out to the wind,
But if they knew the power of the seed
Why certainly their judgment they'd suspend.
The progeny that lurk in this one float
Could grow in fields flung far across the earth,
Its journey no less marvel than the mote
That found the egg that ended in your birth.
So when you spy the cotton floating round
Embrace the wind that favor with you found.
