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!
The Ride 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.
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