Seeds That Grow Hope Poem by Cee Bea

Where is it
I wonder
that our dreams often go?
Dreams that will fade
as slowly we grow

Like seeds from a dandelion
that are gently blown,
Gifted to winds
do they find a new home?

Do They wander the sky
to find a new place,
where dreams still remain
that are never erased?

Is it age that destroys
all that they mean,
or does time, in it's right
not let them be seen?

Try as I might
Try as I may
its seems that my dreams
will oft fade away

But then in a moment
one left just for me
I am reminded again
of why to believe

It comes as gift
from one of true heart
reminds me that hope
and
my dreams should not part

They belong in your life
your thoughts all your own
only to fade
when you leave them alone

'Tis a true Gift
to remember it seems
That a seed that grows hope
will begin as a dream.