Scattered like formless clouds,
Destined to ornate the beautiful canvas,
They were once scattered as tiny seeds,
Lemons, watermelons, beans, daisies,
Life giving they grow to be,
Scattered in chambers of mind,
Seeds of creativity gathered in childhood,
Artistic individuals they grow to be.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Merril. D. Smith for hosting Quadrille challenge #127 at dVerse. The challenge is to use the word, “seed” in a poem of exactly 44 words. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.