Child Seed
Both asleep and awake
children dream the world.
Each morning is remade,
imagined as endless variations
of reconstruction.
The unfeasible dream
contains the seeds we all need
to grow this cosmic garden.
Each seed is a child of tomorrow,
if today
we plant one.
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