The seed doesn't fall far from the tree.nnlanding on ground and finding a home.nnit owes it to the sun. it owes it to the dirt. nnit owes it to my arms for digging a hole.nnthrives on the air, everything's there.nnknows what to do without you.nnyou're just a piece, a shift in the breezennplanting yourself in your shoes...nngoing underground, you'll hear different soundnnnot the whirring around of finding a home.nngrows to the sun. it grows through the dirt.nnit grows into my arms for digging a hole...