I am

Like leaves of the fall, threatened by my weight.

But I am not afraid though.

No, I’m not afraid to descend gracefully to the ground.

Nor do I fear to be taken by the wind to a journey of a million miles.

And though I shall fall more than once, get stepped on and buried a few couple of times.

I will leave my mark, because on the very ground I fall lies my clear vision.

And I am going to achieve my goals and ambitions.

I am a seed after all.