The wind is warm;

blowing. 

I am a seed in the grass

Left here alone with no water but,

The wind is warm;

blowing. 

I have been left to sprout without water. A single seed I sit and sit and sit.

The wind is warm; 

blowing

The grass floods, drowning me in the one thing I hoped for; 

water.

I have been tossed and turned. No one here but me, a single seed in the grass. 

The water splashes, kicks, and jolts.

Here I am, with no direction, but 

The wind is warm;

blowing.

The rain passes. The storm is over. The thing I wished for was not as expected, but

it allowed me to grow. 

I have blossomed after sitting alone. I have survived the storm. I waited in,

the wind that was warm;

blowing. 

I am the blossoming flower.