A seed

A young seed, Drops from its mothering flower, Caught by a strangers hand, Packed into a bag. A curious seed, Does what it’s told, It suffocates itself, To try to grow. A yearning seed, Tries to sprout, To see the world, For itself. A buried seed, Stuck in a pot, Cannot deny, The water. A drenched seed, Will not give up, Still wants to see, The earth above. A drowning seed, Is in despair, Wondering why, It has too much water. A weary seed, Has given up, Accepts the fact, More waters to come. A crushed seed, Who understands, This is where, His dreams end. A withering seed, Moldy from the pot, Has nothing left, Stolen years were for naught.