Seed Of Dreams

Milkweed seeds send my imagination into flight.

It must be their soft white hairs

and the way they cling to their mother's shell

as they dance with every passing breeze.

They remind me of children.

As a parent,

I can't help but see

the caramel-coloured husk

as a home,

with all the children tucked safely inside,

protected from the harshness of the weather.

It will take a determined gust of wind

to finally pull them free.

They'll soar into the sky,

giddy with their freedom,

sparkling in the sunlight,

on their way to new opportunities.

The parent's job is done.

Remember,

we gave them wings

so they can fly.

The Secret Garden

I know of a garden, you might know one too,

It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.

There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.

Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.

They don't say too much, they're busy you see,

They're not in the garden to entertain me.

To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,

They're making sure, each plant will bloom.

Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,

They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.

Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,

Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.

At the end of every day there shines a special light,

Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.

That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,

Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.