One day, we will grow out of the soil
Chasing the Sun, seeking the same light, the same warmth
Standing through storms and maintaining posture during dearth of rain
and when autumn brings the strongest gusts
We will not be ripped
One day, we will float in the same wind
Towards the same sea
Spreading throughout neighboring fields
and when the driest of winters comes
We will persist
One harvest
Compatible seeds
First poem on here.