The fluff
I've been using to grow lately. More and longer, more and more fluffier. Of course I didn't grow alone, all my brothers and sisters together form a soft, fluffy mass. Now that we have matured and grown, now that we have sucked up as much power and energy as possible, we feel how the connection with mother, the longer, the thinner. The moment is approaching when we will say goodbye to her definitively. And I think, I feel that today has arrived that day, it just can't help. I'd love to live close to mom, or near one of my brothers and sisters. But I already know, that's not how our life is in each other, fate will no doubt decide differently.
The sun warms me with its rays, I suck the last leftovers of sunny energy into me. I am so far.
The wind blows her soft breeze past me. A short vibration goes through me, the moment is there: I'm loose.
Floating I leave my mother, my birthplace, I'm lifted to unknown dists. Then I descend to the fertile earth, ready to start my new life.
Beautiful story of a sperm bulb and its fluffy fur, a little more and it belongs to the hairless.