Seeds

Seeds
Originally uploaded by Intervisions.

Each seed starts out tiny
And grows its form intact
Circle after circle
Growing outward, some retract

Expanding ripples touch
Forming patterns bigger
Some swirl into others
Forming newer figures

Each grows to its destiny
The shape stays somewhat static
The ways they come together though
You can't predict the pattern

Grown up to their boundaries
Till they blend, merge and change
There's a window of time
For things to be arranged

Is the same true of people?
Do we ever really change?
Or just ride the waves of others
Until we realize we're not the same?

Do we see to the core of others?
Do we understand their needs?
Do we ever see who they really are...
Or just colored circles around their seeds?