Pinecone
With your small size
you dangle in the wind.
Many wonder what lies within,
hanging on branches
but built to fall.
During your descent
you randomly hit the ground,
your placement is so uncertain
because you aren’t perfectly round.
Your purpose is known,
but seemingly impossible.
You grow into a structure
so large it’s almost implausible.
Water and nutrients aid you in your growth,
to become a towering giant.
If little to large was impossible,
you clearly are defiant.
So nature welcomes you,
as a solution for new life.
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