I used to be a seed.






























I was warm and safe and covered
























The dirt smelled like sunshine and fresh air




















Things I would covet
I used to be a seashell




























Soft and smooth and hidden in sand

























I was protected from danger


























With pebbles and ocean waves
Now I am better.
I am an August breeze










Carrying away paper airplanes and baby birds







Flying wherever I choose
I have gone from a seed to a sunflower








Standing proud and tall











Greedily soaking in light and oxygen
I have gone from wishing, and













hoping, and












asking, and












wanting,
To taking, and













being, and














telling, and












absolutely loving the way I am.
I used to be a seed.