Planting the Visioned Self

 

I put my imagining self,

In all ideal pretty places,

Where people are happy and have beautiful faces.

For the fruit being seed my future to create.

I place my imagining self,

In realms where joy makes the air feeling melting,

Where laughter ripples over tickling streets,

Picture on every face smiling in its own sunlit grace.

Hear, the fruit I carry is already breaking seed,

Scattering forward into gardens yet seen,

Rooting my future in places that sow my beauty,

And hum my song singing being lovingly dominance.