Seeds

Night
Field of stars above us
You pick one, we frame it with our fingers intertwined
Seeds of every generation between our hands
And the promise to teach you the little I have learned so far
Child
What will you live to do? What have I left for you? What will we leave behind?
You
Learning as you’re growing, not yet knowing the world isn’t always quite as
beautiful as it is now
Child
What will you live to do? What have I left for you? What will we leave behind?
What will you live to do? What have I left for you? What will we leave behind?
Night
Field of stars above us
I pick one and name it for you and all who are to come