Sycamore seeds hold on to their parent tree
persistently hanging on to their mum
in time though , the autumn wind sends them
round and round, rising and falling
as they do, they go hovering like a helicopter
lowering and lifting themselves on the wind, till they
land themselves on a spot of ground, they’ve not seen before
it’s all in mother natures plan –
night time sees them sleeping in soft soil,
growing their roots upon the first rays of spring
Well done. Thanks for joining us at OctPoWriMo.
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thanks. Cheers for reading!
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