Hello dear friends, In our area you see the seeds swirling in the wind, and yes, there is a lot of wind at the moment; which I find annoying, because now I can't leave on my bike. I love cycling so much, it's a kind of meditation, being able to clear your head and feel free. But, back to the theme. I recently found the fractal in one of my folders and discovered that they might be seeds. Then I wrote a poem about it, and here it is. Seeds Seeds like little balloons, setting out beneath the moon. Will the wind be bright and gay, laughing as it guides their way? Will the breeze be kind indeed, helping every tiny seed find the place where it belongs, carried gently all along? It will be a landing light, soft and airy, free from fright. Seeds so countless and diverse, with here and there the pit of a cherry. The cherry on the cake, welcome in every garden. --------------------------------- Dutch: Zaden Zaden als kleine ballonnen als ze aan hun reis begonnen Zal de wind vrolijk zijn lachend vol met gein? Is de wind hen goed gezind als het zaad de juiste bestemming vind? Het zal een zachte landing zijn luchtig zonder enig pijn Zaden talrijk en zo divers met hier en daar de pit van een kers. "de kers op de taart" welkom in ieders gaard. --------------------------------- btw, I think I put a filter over the fractal, but anyway I didn't use AI, the fractal is so old and no AI was applied yet. Thank you very much for your visit. I wish you all a beautiful Sunday, and the sun in everyone's heart. Jacomina.