Spinning slowly in the breeze <br />The sycamore seed follows blindly the random current of sun risen air <br />Unique to every other <br />It is driven by nature to reach beyond the realm <br />It's passage is graced with pirouetting design <br />On landing, who preys for its requiring conditions? <br />It is by chance alone that is made the sapling tree <br />It is by chance alone it's true purpose is realised <br />It is by chance alone, chance that chances collide <br />Catch your breeze <br />Spin wildly <br />Reach far <br />Chance that chance will be knocked by your will <br />Unique you are, spinning slowly in the breeze<br /><br />Stevie Taite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sycamore-seed/
