After the bloom
Released essence of self fulfilled
potential varied within
Waiting for the one right current
To lift and carry away
Spent parent plant let’s go
Trusts the winds wild mind
And child’s insistence of ready
How far will that current take you?
Will you land on fertile field or flutter to heights
Only rock and crag exist?
Paper thin
Crackling shell remains
Behind.
Given
Plucked
Plodded on as all of life passes by.
Oh but don’t worry friend,
Roots are deep and nourish within.
Fall may have its stand,
But spring will come
Again.