And scatter the seeds of shadows

The sky may not always be blue
Shades of darkness
And colours of the morning hue
Are not devoid of a desire
To splash
All that their pallete
Has
May you soak Your eye
And ears
In the dew unpolluted
With the passionate yearnings
May you absorb the grace of the shadows
Of the trees drooping
Under the load of fruits
That have to fall someday here
Except the ones that
the birds will savour
And scatter the seeds of shadows
May be in my garden
But can I host the new saplings
In the unkept beds
Will I
Irrigate them
with my tears
Will I immerse
The roots of the emerging trees
In the moistened soil of
An incorruptible soul
Torn at its edges
But with fully intact core ?