Promises, hopes and dreams
Tightly bundled within
Covered by a hard shell
Sleeps in the fertile womb
Green leaves slowly make way
As soil parts to let them
To see the golden sunshine
To kiss rain, wind and sunrays.
They reach out for the golden sun
Their bodies getting tough every day
Hopes and dreams sprout as leaves
Branches spread out everywhere.
Flowers bloom, fruits ripe
Birds build nest, beasts feast
Who would have imagined
A tight kernel holding a dream divine!
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
"Hopes and dreams sprout out as leaves" Yes, they do.
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