Looking for a place to be sprouted

I am a seed.

Though I've never been planted.

I remain in the wind, always in search of a place to harvest.

No roots to keep me grounded.

I let the wind carry me wherever it may be

I become restless

The search seems to be useless

But it is when I'm in the palms of children laughing

And women smiling

Soil becomes welcoming

And the sun warms my heart

And my roots begin to sprout

And I think this is where I'm meant to be planted.