I could feel that I have matured.
The joints that secured me to my pod have finally become loose.
We, a bunch of polite seeds so far, have become
Noisy and stressful, bewildered by the constant jolts
That shake our fluffy abode in every direction.
The fear of getting crushed in this chaos is ever present.
All of a sudden, a ray of bright light pierces in
And the blue sky fills our awestruck eyes as we ready ourselves
Guided by hope and the blowing wind
For our maiden voyage toward an unknown destination.