The Long Growing Seed That Met His Destiny

I am a small, tight seed

I listen to some others shout

I do not like to hear 

But I shall soon be a sprout.

Here I am, as big as a pen

And I can finally see

The light I have dreamed

But I will soon be the best of me.

I am now a little tree

I love my plant I've grown into

But it was almost overthrown 

Because there was a small cyclone.

While I am high in the sky

I won't last for much more

So time to say goodbye in three  

And soon I will lose my core.

It feels very slimy here

All my friends have gone to waste

So I feel I won't last at this pace

Because I have lost the sense of taste.