Dream of trees

The prompt for What's going on is: What a poem can or can't do For me a poem can carry a seed and that seed may sprout or not, it may grow or not A quick poem as life is hectic atm

Dream of Trees

This poem is potential,
folded into words
Let me plant a seed for you
a seed buried in a poem.
Let this seed dream of trees

Know an oak grows from an acorn,
but also know a seed has no name,
for it might never become.

But what if it does?
What if the sun brushes its edge?

What if our intentions push out
buds like shy thoughts?

What if the skies listen
and breathe a quiet rain?
The wonders we carry
might become not only trees
but a whole forest.