The Seed

The seed doesn't fall
Far from the tree
Landing on the ground
And finding a home

It owes it to the sun
It owes it to the dirt
It owes it to my arms
For digging a hole

Thrives on the air
Everything's there
Knows what to do
Without you

You're just a piece
A shift in the breeze
Planting yourself
In your shoes

Going underground
You'll hear a different sound
Not the whirring around
Of finding a home

Grows to the sun
It grows through the dirt
It grows into my arms
For digging a hole