Opening his eyes for the first time,

a little seed exclaimed, “Hello!”

Falling from a tree with a gust of wind,

his sole desire to grow

But he just couldn’t start from where he had fallen,

no, he knew he must go

So he hitched a ride on the back of a squirrel

and into the woods he rode

Reaching a clearing and judging it well,

the seed jumped off to explore

Exhausted from surveying around him, he smiled–

surely knowing he would be more

Thus, he started to sprout from the soil

free from doubt, perhaps a bit bored

And before he had known it he had grown to a sapling,

confidence still burning his core

Days changed to months, then turned into years,

years to decades to three

Golden sweet sap– trailing down bark,

the little seed now proudly a tree

After those endless years of growing,

being a tree made him feel sleepy

But closing his eyes made him realize–

he just wanted to be dead.