Gathered in a little speck of a seed-
A wise tree,
Sit on its branches a grove of little chickadees,
They sing and they flutter their wings as they dive into the water and become little fishes,
The children swing from its branches ,
And the nests rest on its wrinkled sleeves.
Together they weave between the sea and the sky,
Fabric of magic and realities,
Of courage and love they sing.
Patiently, in the cocoon of the little seed.
Hatch, it will one day soon,
And the little speck of a seed,
Will be a tree.