I am a seed.
Of a tree whose branches broke off
I am asleep,
we slowly drifted across,
the seven seas.
The branch landed in a foreign field,
not knowing how to talk or how to deal,
with the town.
Then my branch was called a clown.
Kicked out to the bush, where it landed,
and that is where I was planted.
Now I'm a tree,
not knowing anything else but to be 'free'.
This is where I was grown.
Forced to call the land that mocked my branch home.
I am lost.
Wanting to return to my old field whatever the cost.
