Good Luck..

You are a seed and wish to be a tree, To render shade to the tender skin, To adore the altars with fragrant garlands, To decorate the hair with fancy colors, To enjoy the breeze during sun rise, To dance and jeer while it rains, To bear the fruits in cluster of fun, To be eaten by the beasts to be dispersed, You are sprouting with two leaves and roots, The hands have mistaken you for a weed, Pull you out to dry on the hot rock, Poison your soil with strongest coke, Dream of you to get lost in the fog, Never wait there to witness your luck, The gushing wind pushes your down, Your roots are on the way to your dream..