We are the seeds of the tenacious plant.
And it is in our ripeness and fullness of heart,
That we are given to the wind,
And are scattered.
This poem was written by a friend of my sister when she was in high school.
I memorized the poem after his death at FAR too young an age.
He was just a teenager.
I found the poem meaningful and inspiring then...
And I still do to this day.