Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fig Seeds

From South Africa we fig seeds

Showed upon Western Europe shores.

Finding us by some humans leads

To ask about our trip chores,

By land, by water or by air,

Thousands of kilometers 'tween.

How did we get to here from there?

Maybe nature, maybe machine?

Of course as seeds, we only hope

To slip into good soil with ease,

And be in climate we can cope

To grow into healthy fig trees.

How we got here we do know well,

But we seeds vow never to tell.