Where Shall I grow

What Shall I Become

I begin as one with many,

But the breeze carries me away.

I drift along with the wind,

It carries me East, then West,

Maybe North and South too.

I land,

I am now alone.

Where shall I grow?

What shall I become?

copyright Robyn Graham of Robyn Graham Photography

I know, I know, this is a photography blog, but I was inspired to write today and thus, the poem above.  I hope you enjoy both, the images and the poem.