Little Seed

I wrote this a few years ago, when I was twelve or thirteen, so it's not my best work, but I thought I'd share it anyway. If I remember correctly, the title of the poem was 'Little Seed'. Here it is:

Life is like a dandelion seed,
Drifting through the harsh yet gentle air,
Leaving the wind to lead him,
He could go anywhere.

He left the plant he grew from,
The grass, the ground, the dust,
He took a chance in the wind,
He flew right with the gust.

Finally he found a place,
That he could call his home,
He settled in the garden sun,
He had no need to roam.

That little seed grew,
He was so proud and tall,
No longer drifting,
No longer small.

The seeds that he grew,
They were his pride and his joy,
Resting upon his head,
He had his little boys.

One day a gust of wind came by,
And swept him to one side,
He realised his seeds were gone,
And bitterly he cried.

He thought back to when he was young,
He had flown away,
Not thinking of what was behind,
He left his father right away.

He realised that life is beautiful,
No matter what you lose,
He lifted his head to shout,
Take me when you choose.

He was a bald little stalk,
Lying on the ground,
The other seeds will live the same way,
To their destiny they’re bound.