Dream

I
I am a bud
Waiting to become a flower.
I
I am a flower
In my full bloom
Knowing I will be plucked one day
And
I dream
Of being a beautiful flower
And dancing with the wind
I dream
Of being a garland
A lover weaves for her love.

Storm comes
Rips the land apart
Uproots all the flowers and plants
Destroys my life
But
Still I dream
That I
I am a seed
Waiting to be sown
On land, rich and warm.

December 2001