there once was a wind that blew it carried a storm with it too which watered a seed that grew so did the sun shine with a light that could blind but helped this seed of mine and it did grow tall that which was so small until one day as an old and ancient tree... ... it did fall the wind had no storm the sun much too warm til shredded lay what seemed would stay and wind of might and sun so bright did my remains ignite and on the wind fly away to a warm and sunny place to play and perhaps grow again.... ... someday