Whisper your secrets to each little seedling,
Whisper them softly and whisper them clear.
Tell your desires, your dreaming, your fancies-----
Give up your alibis; the passions so dear.
Then blow them away, the white little snowflakes;
Blow them away to places unknown.
There they will fly---- foundering, sinking,
Rooting and reaching 'til at last they are grown.
And there the remnants of secrets will flourish
From Shadows of minds to brightest of stars-----
Only the breezes can hear the half-murmurs
Of lost loves and hard hates; of short peace and long wars.