The Ride

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.