My seed

You wandered in the smiles of chasing breeze,
from a pod to springing sprout at dawn.
You were pink in the cherry blossoms on trees,
green on the blades of morning grass.
You ran gentle into the lotus leaf
and carried gold into the old boughs.
Your feet danced as the curls of the twigs,
revived to kissing touch of the sun.
You limned yourself with daisies and lilies,
on the planes of river with tender hands.
You were my seed who refused to grow
and chose to rest on my palms tonight.