planting seeds by starlight
moonbeams guiding their growth
watered with tears and brightened by smiles
the wind from the north and the sun from the south
seed
He threw a handful of seeds in the air
He threw a handful of seeds in the air and, with a popping cracking splitting sound, from each seed flew a butterfly, crimson or golden or blue. The children’s eyes widened as butterflies landed on their heads and shoulders. “Remember this beauty forever,” he said. ‘Forever.’