Lost Potential

Standing out in a field of all things living, I quickly take in what is before me but the eye cannot take in so much so quickly. I step here, I go there, casting seeds, those bits of insignificance, halfheartedly not knowing where they land but sure they will fall somewhere. It is sad, and most did not take to their supplied environment--it was ,I'm ashamed to say, far too "cool". Others developed poorly and are dying or dead. I should've taken the time to plant them so much more carefully, I should've taken the time with each one I wanted to reap from. It is too late, having no root they have long since scattered skyward with the wind and I have nothing to show, foolish caretaker. Alas!