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.