The tree pleads with the wind
For a few moments of silence
To listen to a leaf’s conversation
With the stem
About a budding flower
And the tree dreams on
With the stem
About the colour, texture and beauty
Of the arriving bud
Just the way
Parents dream
Of their unborn child
call2read 
I get this – buds are little plant embryos that will open and blossom like our children – a very apt description. Lovely.
That is right. Thank you for liking this poem and the comment:)
Lovely poem.
Thank you:)
Thank you so much for this:)
…and many humans pluck the flowers and stick them in a jar or worse…
That’s true..
This is so lovely nightlake! I love your metaphor here… perfect! 🙂
Hi Robyn, Glad that you like this poem and thank you so very much for the comment:)
Oh I might like to use that poem sometime. Put your name on it. 🙂
It’s pretty.
sure, you may use it. Just add a link to my blog or post..and thank you so much for taking the time to comment:)