As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay
When she flew over the meadow.
She had swallowed me in my homeland, when she spied me lying easy under the sun - briefly.
I passed through her gullet like a ghost.
In a blink of god's eye I was an orphan.
I trembled where I fell, alone in the dirt.
That first night was a long night,
early May and chilly.
I remember rain filled up around me.
Before I knew it I began to change,
I grew under the sun's life-giving rays.
Here I am, a beautiful purple sight.