Seeds

I watch a zephyr pass by and feel the forays of the wind.

I behold the glimmers of sunlight tapping on my eyelids.

The strike to my attention are the leaves that

Swirl so magnificently to the damp ground.

The sight of flowers sprouting and spitting out.

Its beauteous sight shudders my heart.

Such suave splendour revivifies my soul.

What a seed can spawn is something that

Shades and cools us. Something that relieves our ponderous souls.

It is something that ejects the ennui of life. 

Why do we then fall it down to the ground and fire

It with our destructive companions like a blunderbuss.

Blimey! I wonder what hands would lay on that                 

Comely sight. Instead of it to make that 

One, more, it strikes it down so censoriously.

How they whim falling it down and expect praises

To cavort around them. We ought to take

Seeds and restore those picturesque sights

And not raze it buoyantly.