I start my journay far away it begins with the wind.

It pushes my from my home and settles me in a mound of soil.

Where with a little rain i begin to grow.

I push up against the dirt ever so slowly.

Til one day i feel the sun on my face.

I blossom under it's warmth.

Til it burns me and i shrivel away.

Then carried by the wind and my journey begins all over again.