Magic dust

Magic dust

sitting in the palm of my hand

crazy and trippy as it may seem

indulge me in this fantasy.

Those fairy wands called Marigold

those beetle tongues Zinnia so bold

thrown into a still brown sea

showered on occasionally

That magic dust

will sprout you'll see

Blooming waving ecstacy

Indulge me in this fantasy

Sublime this art of planting seeds