First Seed Ripening

The white bauhinia in the spring
Whose branches swell and stream with bloom
Holds all the good world blossoming
As promise of the fruit to come
She whose body swells in bloom
As laden as the trees of spring
Smiles with the knowledge that her womb
Contains the first seed ripening
Lullaby baby lie all lovely
Move in sloping arms of sleep
You are form where calm moved freely
Fact where all before was hope
And when she lies with him at night
He touches her body in awe
The joy that swells to make her great
Cannot be told, may not be shared
Although she lies so close to him
That he might touch the springs he knows
He who planted the white tree
May only watch how rich it grows
Lullaby baby lie all lovely
Move in sloping arms of sleep
You are form where calm moved freely
Fact where all before was hope
Something more than one another
That all people wish together
All is small and great and simple
All is too vast to keep
The flowers toss and splash in light
The cup, the essence of all springs
She moves in the same delight
And in her smile vast knowledge sings