Full bloom

Do you remember the flower seeds you planted alongside the stone hedge
Most scattered out in a flowing fashion
I on the other hand found myself pressed in the corner
Stuck inside while you crumple what was left of the packet
You left me by the shovel next to the terra-cotta pots
My future looked bleak.
It was the fallowing winter when you finally decided to move those pots
It was at that moment a large gust of wind whisked me away.
I thought I would be tossed around forever
Then at last the packet tore freeing me
I toppled to the ground where I took root
And now here under this old oak
I am in full bloom