A single seed, away in open fields, -
Was something wrong that carried you within?
An awe of Ocean, bright of dawn, harsh wind,
Or warmth of skip and change, that's giving wings?
And if, one day, all notions set you free,
Where would you go, a disenchanted, strong?
Will follow mixed dimensions, set for long,
Or draw your own axes in the dim?
Let autumn be a blessing in disguise,
In waiting for the crispy winter furs.
If wishing deeply, once it will be yours,
Return a single drop to world of wise.