Spinning slowly in the breeze The sycamore seed follows blindly the random current of sun risen air Unique to every other It is driven by nature to reach beyond the realm It's pa**age is graced with pirouetting design On landing, who preys for its requiring conditions? It is by chance alone that is made the sapling tree It is by chance alone it's true purpose is realised It is by chance alone, chance that chances collide Catch your breeze Spin wildly Reach far Chance that chance will be knocked by your will Unique you are, spinning slowly in the breeze