The Cycle

Blooms in light

Rising from the Earth

Then turns to cotton

While laying on the worlds hearth

So light and soft

Then comes a breeze

The seed rises and floats

Going any direction the wind may please

Off the seed goes 

To become embedded in dirt

It takes hold of ground

Then begins to revert

Later the seed will fly on again

Then land in the ground once more

Repeating the cycle forevermore