A flower dreamed it grew great wings
to lift itself out from the ground

and fly beyond the garden fence
to know the world as birds would do

- the air within its petals fresh -

its lengthy leaves held wide to soar
wherever wind and whim would go,

sometimes to climb above the clouds
and sneak a glimpse of budding stars

then wonder what it's like out there
(if other worlds let flowers rise)

not like on Earth when wide awake
(where freedom is how far you budge)

while roots remind you're here to stay
beside the mailbox and a rock,

so fortunate to watch birds play
and bid them well once they escape

the season sending life to sleep

until the springtime seeds what seems
with blossoms born of flower dreams.