Torrent

You may refer to me as a seed:
small today, a spec of dust atop a
covered slab of class.
When the human slides its finger across the glass,
in the shape of two Is and a sideways C,
that is when I grow from the seed to the garden.

You may refer to me as a torrent:
unforgiving, uncontrollable streams of water,
sending my wishes each which way in no discernable order.
Dams can spell doom to my expression,
but gentle slopes can direct the chaos,
so the pounding water becomes light taps of treble.