It was not memory but
mere imagination
A heavenly bud
Enticed by the beauty of earth
left its throne up above
In mountains it desired to grow
In hills it wanted to flower
In plains and pleatues
of everywhere in earth it needed to reach
dancing with sandstorms
swirling in hurricanes
floating along streams and rivers
meeting the waves of ocean
it was not dream
a mere imagination
a heavenly flower
encapsuled in golden vase
in world of dreams