text: I am a seed. There are few joys as great as the wind. It whispers in your ear when you’re alone, and it screams along with you while carrying you far away from home. It tells you secrets - like when to wait, and when to grow. It’s always there, and nothing can stop it. I love the wind. I was too heavy for the wind, so she dropped me on a rock with the best view a seed could ask for. Rolling waves of blue stand before me, with a large wall of rock standing behind me, protecting me from falling as I grow. The mist from below can barely reach me up here, but I landed in a bowl of fresh rainwater so I can still drink. Time to sit and grow. I love the wind. My stem reaches out for the sun, my roots for the soil. I can’t find any closer to the waves of blue and white, so I’ll push my roots towards the rock. It’s fun to watch the waves crash against my wall, sometimes little things pop out of the water and rush back in. I can taste the salt in the air here now, so I’ll need to push my roots deeper. I miss the wind, but I need to grow so we can play together for a long time. I have many stems and leaves now, I am no longer a seed. I’ve been kissed by the sun but the wind hasn’t whispered hello in a long time. My roots have dug through the rock to reach the soil. It took a lot of hard work, but I wanted to see my friend wind again so I have to grow strong. It’s been quiet for too long. I miss the wind. I have a few branches now, and birds have started to visit me. I have a nest in the crook of my first branch, I can hear the little birds chirping away. I need to grow so I can be taller than the wall, I’m not too far off. My roots have covered this rock, growing thicker with each sunlit kiss on my leaves. The soil tastes delicious, keeping me strong and making me stronger. Soon I’ll be able to see the wind again. I really miss the wind. My trunk is strong and my branches thick. My topmost leaves have met my friend wind. It’s good to hear from the wind, it’s been very lonely. The birds have roost on my limbs, though they never speak to me. Their chattering at least made the itching worth it, it was nice to hear another voice. The birds have flown off for now, and the wind is back. The soil doesn’t seem to be feeding me as much as it used to, I’ll need to grow longer roots. I love being a tree. I love the wind. My roots have grown big. You can’t even see my rock under them any longer, I can feel it. I talk to the wind all the time now, and the wind talks to me. We sing and we scream, laugh and dance. I talk to the wind about my journey back to meet her, and hear the wind laugh to put me at ease. I will never have to miss the wind again as I can only grow! Oh, what a wonderful feeling! I will always love the wind. The soil isn’t feeding me. I’ve tried to grow, but I no longer can. My branches feel heavy and stiff, a few have flown off into the water ahead. The wind is screaming at me to wake up, but she can’t hear me any longer. I can only creak and groan to her, my leaves have long since gone to dance with the wind on their own. Still, to hear her comforts me, and lets me know I’m still here. I cherish the wind. The wind can’t hear me as I crash against the wall, upside down. The last yell the wind gave me pushed me off my wall. My branches have all broken on the rocks as I continue to crash against its surface. My roots broken or falling too. I know the wind didn’t mean it, she was just trying to help me remember who I was. I was a seed, dancing with her. I was a sapling, and I was ready to grow to meet her again. I was a lonely tree, missing her. I became a strong tree. Strong enough to speak with her once more, for far longer. The water is reaching up for me now, and all I can think about is how lonely she’s going to be. I really do love the wind. I grew from a seed.