Bloom Where you Are Planted

Some of my schoolmates from St Joseph Pashan, might remember a poster in the school porch- A simple cherry blossom in pink and brown watercolor with a title "Bloom Where you are Planted."
Back then looking at that painting, I thought, "Well of course..that's pretty obvious for a tree" Thank God trees don't have a choice. Can you imagine a "tree lane" next to the bicycle lane....or imagine having to rake leaves from your porch after a "tree party." Perhaps you could call the "tree-ist" instead of your florist and say," We're having a reception at our farmhouse..could you send a couple of cherry blossoms" "Oh and have them run as fast as they can without spilling the blossom."

Anyways, turns out that poster wasn't about trees, it was about us. Perhaps some of us who lived by the dictum most closely, became teachers in the same school. Along the radius, some took other jobs in the city, some moved to other cities...some to other countries and continents.
Some of us were the planted seed, that grew as promised in the soil where we were planted. Some of us were the dandelion seed.. hitchhiking on the wind till we found our own soil. The former are bound by their roots in the soil..the latter by the heart of the tree that said goodbye to the seed.
I wonder if the dandelions can ever return with the ease of the feathery seed..or must they wait for a tree lane for an uprooted tree?