Dragons in Lair
There is no shame where we creatures lie
Only the air we breathe and the things that we do
There are no bonds to break, no seeing eye
Only the things that we yearn for and our jewels held afew
Cupped in our hands, to ponder, to grasp
With fists closed so tight when the winds come ablast.
The flowers, their petals know more than we
Of blossoming, wafting and dropping one's seed
I'm already growing and I hope you are too
The seeds sprouted quickly, the rest the wind blew.