女兒的作業（1）

The Story of Seeds

 

Deep in the meadow,

Lies a place only I know,

Where small Seeds were sowed.

 

Those Seeds were fragile,

So sister wind was gentle,

Uplifting,agile.

 

She dodged disasters,

Keeping them all in her arms,

Insuring no harm.

 

She raced through bare lands,

Along with grass strands,

With care, I planted,

Them into fertile soil.

They grew without slant.

 

Those Seeds are now trees,

Their flowers will bloom come spring,

Attracting stripped bees.