I was just a wildflower growing on the side of the road,
Ignored and observing,
Growing
until rain drowned me,
winds picked me up,
I dropped myself into a wandering state,
Splitting into the sky.
I am now pieces of pollen,
just specks in the air,
flying without a single care
Though I am scattered,
I am free.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I was just a wildflower growing on the side of the road,
Ignored and observing,
Growing
until rain drowned me,
winds picked me up,
I dropped myself into a wandering state,
Splitting into the sky.
I am now pieces of pollen,
just specks in the air,
flying without a single care
Though I am scattered,
I am free.
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