The cold morning wind clinically br Undresses the flower’s petal dress, br Still standing tall the birth of seeds begins br Their random atmospheric journey, br Pollination primed by the winged midwife, br Rising higher o’er hills and vale for a new life br Twisting and waving to friends flying by. br The sun shows his early warm face as br He’s calming the wind to a gentle lull, br A sign for all the seeds to spiral down br To their resting place where nature has sewn, br Some land right onto a sheep’s ear br A quick shake and their off no fear, br Then more fall on a cow’s tail br With a moo and a flick no problems avail, br They all land safely and will sleep until spring, br Then will wake and grow when the birdies do sing.