I was outside watching the little helicopters (seeds from the Maple trees) float down from the sky and came up with this poem. I love spring!
By Cara Simmons
Way up high above your head,
From the Maple limbs I hang.
Waiting for just the right time,
When the wind will take me away.
I feel the breeze; a tug and a pull,
And suddenly I’m free!
Spinnning and turning, floating with ease,
I’m on the ride of my life!
It’s the moment I’ve waited for,
My chosen hour, when I set out on my own.
For one blissful moment,
I’m free as a bird, without a care in the world.
Suspended in space, floating with grace,
Then gently I land on the ground.
Though the short ride is over,
My task’s just begun,
The promise of new life within,
I will be a tree,
Which one day in turn,
Will send out more seeds of my own.