The cold morning wind clinically
Undresses the flower's petal dress
Still standing tall the birth of seeds begins
Their random atmospheric journey
Pollination primed by the winged midwife
Rising higher o'er hills and vale for a new life
Twisting and waving to friends flying by
The sun shows his early warm face as
He's calming the wind to a gentle lull
A sign for all the seeds to spiral down
To their resting place where nature has sewn
Some land right onto a sheep's ear
A quick shake and their off no fear
Then more fall on a cow's tail
With a moo and a flick no problems avail
They all land safely and will sleep until spring
Then will wake and grow when the birdies do sing