Good ideas are like cottonwood seeds .
Floating by gently in the breeze,
Swirling in the air currents with ease.

Dearly beloved trees,
Why do you choose to hold on to your leaves?
And why do you choose to let go of your seeds?
Maybe it is so they take root.
Like an idea in our minds,
That grows with passing time.

Sometimes
It takes work to nurture these things
Dearly beloved mind,
Please let now be the time.
Let these ideas take root!
And from that my roots shoot!

If this idea can’t
Tomorrow is another chance
To watch the cottonwood seeds dance

By: Carlo Demma