flower

 in the heart of a seed

buried deep so deep

a tiny plant 

lay fast asleep


your gentle touch is felt,

when fresh gust rushes,

or a sweet flower is smelt,

blooming under thick bushes


A little seed for my to sow,

A little earth to help it grow,

A little shower and then a flower

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