#Octpowrimo
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
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.
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