When the seed falls from the tree, it appears
to spin wildly, to float lazily
It is doing exactly what it is meant to do
On its way to meet the earth
and take root.
The seed creates a vortex,
held aloft by its own design
it’s own power.
It’s fall is a magical act
It’s descent a journey, blessed
Ancestor to ancestor.
Shared as it was inspired in me, and with the awareness that as “seeds” those of us of European descent in America are rooting into colonized land.