Dream Seeds
I cast my seeds to the wind
They will grow here without me
Seedlings will lean toward the sun
Hold tight during storms
Greet each day
With smiles and laughter
These dream seeds
Will live on
And when I am dust
They will smile and laugh
Without me
5 Comments:
But, Luna, you will always be the stuff of seeds.
Vi
Beautiful, Luna.
Many of your seeds have grown into sturdy plants here Luna. One does not have to look far to see your beautiful blossoms.
This is lovely, Luna, so concise and true.
Lovely poem, a little sad... but then again with hope for the seeds as well.
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