Bubbles

Weeds of Thought

by willjxn

In my dreaming grow each kind,

On the shores of Memory Sea.

Sprouted seedlings skyward wind,

Humble weed or mighty tree?

Firstlings are the weeds so bold,

In a moment, grow and die.

Dandelion, crowned with gold,

Soon in downy white doth fly.

Fervent grow the Kochia weed,

Clothed in velvet robes of green.

Turned to silver by Frost’s greed,

Tumbling  in the winds of spring.

Needing little care from me,

Are the weeds that minutes bring,

Now to shade the sapling tree,

Morrow’s  limbs where children swing.

Sow and thinning to reveal,

Heaven’s  light to grow and see.

Verdant columned fountains spill,

Springing from a rippling tree.

You and I can better find,

Calmly thinning thoughts with care,

Or, the weedy shore, our mind,

Mighty oaks are growing there!