The Inkwell

Falling through the cracks

#octpowrimo #nature

Salford, 11th October 2018

It’s hard for a seed

To grow up in the big city

As it flies from its mum

And falls to the floor

Drifting in the wind

If lucky, it will land

Onto soft warm soil

But usually, it finds concrete

So it sleeps , and it grows

Fed by the rain

While it finds its own way

Through the sand and the drains

Popping up for sunshine

To the world saying hello

Don’t pull it from the pavement

For a bit, let it grow.

Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.