I Am a Seed

as i stand staring off into the vast universe
i realize that i am nothing but a seed.
a seed blown by the wind to this very spot.
this spot where I now stand and grow.
there are millions of seeds, whats special about me?
i think that I shall grow into a tree
letting my branches dance into the sky.
with spring comes my birth
with summer my peak, fall my decline
and finally winter my death.
my roots shall grow deep into the soil
bringing me the nutrients that i need.
wonder what if this is a dream
maybe ill be a grass plant
and men shall toil their hours just to cut me down
water me and I shall flourish.
dont and I shall pass into a world of brown
many take pride in my color
but thats just foolish.
taking pride in something you didnt accomplish
claiming the prize of mother nature.
you aught to be ashamed of yourself.
but then again i might just be a weed
waiting to be sprayed with weedkiller
so i can shrivel up and die
I could be a million different things
i might not even be a seed at all
maybe just a brown pebble.
thrown into the stream by a small child.
or maybe I might be nothing
and neither are you.
maybe im just in my mind
and my mind is in your mind.
will I ever know?
maybe, but for now,
I just am.