A tiny seed in a mighty sea
chases the light
to find fertile soil,
to breathe in the air and
make a new life.

The ocean currents carry it on
to a deserted isle,
depositing it there
on a barren shore.

High but dry the seed comes to rest,
waiting for the rain to fall.
sun beating down,
waiting for the rain to fall.

Clouds come by, hiding the sun.
growing gray, they play in the sky,
flashing, rumbling, dripping…
dripping down on that little seed,
washing it back into the sea.

A tiny seed in a mighty sea
chases the light
to find fertile soil,
to breathe in the air and
make a new life.