A dozen golden promises bloom,
A promise from our mother's womb,
The mother goddess that lies within,
That've heard all wishes that's ever been.
A thousand seeds disperse on the wind,
A thousand messengers for one wish,
When they flutter down weighted by dreams,
And grab hold of sun-soaked earth, and it seems,
As though certainly I shall get my desires,
Yet can this be done by such fluffy flowers?
Has the earth unbound my path for a time,
For such a simple wish as mine?
Or could it be,
the power rests in me,
Golden clusters merely there for remembering,
A vision of my wants constantly blooming in sight,
To make it so.