"Traveling Seed" by

Alaina Rogers

A seed shouldn’t be planted where it isn’t meant to grow.

It feels wrong to dance alone when the lights are low.

Do I belong, where I feel wrong?

The wind carried the seed to a place she didn’t know. Then the rain came pouring over, drowning her below.

Do I belong, Where I feel wrong?

When it came to other plants she seemed a little slow. Roses blossomed everywhere while only her sprout would show.

Do I belong, Where I feel wrong?

She finally grew but began to spread.

An abomination, filled with dread.

She wished she flowed like the others to the wind.

Instead she danced alone, But she danced and they flowed. Maybe I have a chance, When I get to dance.

I cry out for rescue and You send a single word: winnow whistling through my head storm reminding me that Your winnowing winds are strangely welcome and what little remains is all I need to bloom in place, graced a willowy stalk in the sun

"Reginald