Windstruck

The wind swept the fields clean,

As she raced over the land.

But somehow missed taking with her,

A seed in a rooted hand.

It lay alone, no friend no foe.

It seemed like such a pity.

But the sun god cherished,

While the raindrops nourished,

And the gentle breeze whispered a ditty.

It drank with hunger and lapped the drops,

That pierced the parched red earth.

Eager to stretch and touch the sky,

It was ready to now take birth.

A few more days and it finally emerged,

A fresh and tender green sprout.

But if only it could save itself from the wind,

On her wayward turn about....