With no defined destination

The bounty of flowering seeds

Scatter with purpose to the four winds

In unnoticed flight until settling down

Those alighting where the sun shines too hot

And where only shifting sand is the earth

Incessantly tumble about on the infertile soil

Never taking root in the parched ground

Those that settle on soil far too wet

Bog down to decay before they can increase

Too much or too little sun or rain is a waste

With either excess ending in barren brown

But those seeds that land on fertile soil

Sprout when their thirst is quenched with the rain

And when the sun warms their perky green shoots

Their strong stems thrive and fearlessly abound

When the stems’ expectant buds transform into blooms

Those colorful blossoms linger for more than a moment

Until their green leaves and fragrant petals fade

Drying to a ragged and crumpled brown

Then the flowers release their seeded treasure

To begin the cycle of life all over again

Scattering with purpose to the four winds

In unnoticed flight until once more settling down