A Seed

Who am I?
but a tiny seed,
in a world of infinite

possibilities;
I spring to life,
but wait for another,
to carry me on
to where I have to be -
on a blade of grass,
in the beak of a bird,
on an insect's wing,
or to touch the earth;
where will I be?
who will take me?
how will I go?
I don't know.
will I grow into
a plant or a tree?
or will I just lie still
on the earth beneath?
waiting for time
to carry me on
to another place
where I have to be?
Aware. Alive.
I wait here now,
to go with the flow,
that takes me beyond.