The sun beams in the sky baby seeds scatter and fly the wind carries them to their home where they will learn to become grown until the clouds converge and rain will submerge the breeze will turn fierce and children separate from peers one will fall amongst the leaves and will soon misperceive that he will grow the same trees but he will soon be displeased the shells crack and out buds soar sprouts that will soon achieve more three inches turns to feet while the one remains meek he ponders his height and soon develops fright why is it that he is falling behind while all the others thrive? their petals bloom yellow and they gaze adoringly at the sun aglow he wishes he could stand beside them but his petals turn red and he stays condemned earth makes a revolution therefore spring arrives once more new seeds plant themselves down to replace those that left their town he stays quiet, petals wither the colors losing their vigor the others around him grow new colors starting to show he expects them to soar higher yet sits in shock and feels his petals develop their fire they gaze at the sky with him no longer is he in their shadow dim to his left, a pink forms lighter than his own but the petals curve the same and he no longer feels shame their voices meet together in a symphony and he realizes an epiphany he is no longer lost amongst strangers he is found amidst friends