Early morning, when the seed dispersed,
His journey is never reversed.

It is a small seed,
Which can also gro as a weed.

It passes through huge mountains,
Sometimes, it lands on river or very often on plains.

The wind helps to guide,
In which a seed need to be glide.

Sometimes it slows down,
Or sometimes it flows fast with a head with crown.

It races with his siblings,
And collect people's blessings.

Soon it selects a suitable land,
Where he held a party grand.

THANK YOU
© Charvi

•So, this was the journey of a seed, which I have converted it into a small poem so that it looks enjoying to read and understand.