these words are but little seeds, i cast into the wind

i have no idea where they will sprout, or if they will even live

but what a joy it is to see, when they raise their waking heads,

and begin to reach for the sky above, stretching out their limbs and leaves, in graceful arcs of love

water from the heavens falls to the ground below, nurturing these little seeds, it warms my soul

to see them grow