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Link to song (free): https://suno.com/s/kaROW2QCiW2q0QC1 Feathery seeds blown aloft, By winds of chance as they will, Over deserts, beaches, grasslands soft, Oceans, forests, streams and hills. They can travel thousands of miles, Or just a stone-throw away, To land and retake flight, Powerless to the wind sway. They fly high above the clouds, Or hitch a ride along the way, Crushed to death by trampling crowds, Eaten by birds as they stray. Lucky ones fertile ground find, Germinate, slowly take root, Such the fate of all their kind, Longing to live and bear fruit. They thrive or die miserably, As soil wind and weather will, Live or die predictably, Forces control them, not skill. Not that different from out plight, Though we can chart our own course, We at least nature can fight, Though not our own will enforce. Outside forces move us too, Many things we can’t control, Our effort matters much, true, But from fate there’s no parole. Like the humble, wind-blown seed, We too struggle to succeed.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
Seeds in the Wind -- Poem, Lyrics and link to new song (free)
Link to song (free): https://suno.com/s/kaROW2QCiW2q0QC1 Feathery seeds blown aloft, By winds of chance as they will, Over deserts, beaches, grasslands soft, Oceans, forests, streams and hills. They can travel thousands of miles, Or just a stone-throw away, To land and retake flight, Powerless to the wind sway. They fly high above the clouds, Or hitch a ride along the way, Crushed to death by trampling crowds, Eaten by birds as they stray. Lucky ones fertile ground find, Germinate, slowly take root, Such the fate of all their kind, Longing to live and bear fruit. They thrive or die miserably, As soil wind and weather will, Live or die predictably, Forces control them, not skill. Not that different from out plight, Though we can chart our own course, We at least nature can fight, Though not our own will enforce. Outside forces move us too, Many things we can’t control, Our effort matters much, true, But from fate there’s no parole. Like the humble, wind-blown seed, We too struggle to succeed.
Lyrics adapted from my earlier (2022), shorter poem by the same title. Poem & Lyrics (C) Victor D. Lopez 2022, 2026. All rights reserved.
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VictorDLopez
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VictorDLopez
59/M/New York
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:14 PM UTC
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