'Implanted Dreams'

There were once...in
hope filled hands a need
just a pair of seeds
that aspired to be...

budding into little flowers
united by the early morn' in glory
as they had arisen in the daylight's hour
yet, 'twas only the beginning of their story...

Instantly, they had felt such a power-pull
an urge to bond, destined to come together
against  winds, and rains they fought through
battling the travails of all kinds of weather...

a struggle, that strength, to just hold on
never yielding, realigned, their resolve ever strong
now proud, and upwardly reaching, in full bloom
a song in their hearts, sighing at a glowing moon...

come sun they rise as the 'morning glories'
still, it proceeds, within this cycle a 'life story'
with  each dawn a love soars, and  swoons
as we see those former seedlings still do bloom.