I am the wind
Suspending a million seedlings
Floating through the air
Like snowflakes

I tell them where to go
When to leave
But they keep coming
Back to me

I am the reason
That they know to float
To pack their things
And leave

Without me
They would stay on their flowers
Shriveling
Oh how sweet

But I keep moving
Holding them
As I go
Knowing that I need them

Though I may tire
My throat grows sore
Through endless hours
I fly with them

Those tiresome
Dependent
Helpless
Seeds