#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