If I were to be anything, I'd be a seed.
A seed of a beautiful flower, waiting to grow.
A bee would come by and buzz, buzz, buzz
his way over. He'd carry me to far places
and let me flit, flutter and fly in the wind.
The wind would take me through long journeys
across the ocean. I'd look around and see other seeds
waiting to grow…just like me. I'd finally land somewhere,
Miles and miles away from my home.
I would land in someone's small hands
A little girl's hand.
She'd carry me
off to somewhere
safe and bury
me in the soft
sacred soil.
She'd give me water
and sunlight
And wait and wait…
She'd watch me
grow and grow as I grew to
be a beautiful flower. And a bee would come by and
buzz, buzz, buzz his way over to my seeds.
Where they would someday land
into a someone's
hands and be
planted.
Planted to be
a beautiful
flower.
If I were to be
anything
I'd be a seed.
A seed of a
beautiful flower
waiting to grow.