Planting a flower!

The weight of a dream, this seed
Is what I hold in my palm
This day, when planting my garden.
It is not too heavy, could even blow away,
But made of potential images
(Exactly the weight of a photograph!
This potential flower is!)
But, When love enters
My palm’s lines
Deepen with age so I can bare
This tiny glory
And See properly her values, potentials and qualities beforehand
Like a child’s)
The volume of one seed’s potential.
The universe tumbling in my hands Is
Much more weight than before
As I dig her resurrection grave.
I received this message from this seed-
Empathy has the weight of a dream
You once had
Or the dirt in your hands
When planting a flower
In evening
With Love.