Little Seed

[Mikeodial]

A tree is a little explosion
of light in slowest motion.
Hanging thoughts on leaves and dreams
take root,
Appearing,
one day, blooming, in fruit;
Ready for enjoyment.

Simple times.
Now rest,
savored by those
conflagration of colors
and wind in the arms
of the old earth.
Waving the signal of nature.

A little simplification of words may help the reader pause when you appear to intend them to do so. Ponder the salient points of the poem.

It will add the gentle rhythm included in the original. You might consider two verses (as above) to emphasize that point.

A final line to bring the reader to your conclusion might be considered.

A tree is a little explosion
of light in slowest motion.
Hanging your thoughts
on leaves and dreams
in root, one day a bloom
will come to fruit
to be enjoyed by those
living in time simple enough
to rest next such a
conflagration of color
and wind in the arms
of the old earth.