my flower tree

A flower I will seek.
That what I am this day,
This world will not succor me.
A thousand lives to seek,
A thousand deaths too weak.
In a thousand will I live,
And still the next I will seek.
A breath is too long,
A life still so weak,
In moments is life made,
In moments life I seek.
My flower this be your world,
This world for you is meek.
Will seek a world not mine,
For mine is not mine to keep.
Answers are not in words,
Nor do words a secret keep.
What a moment has told,
Has taken a thousand to keep.
A thousand more I shall live 
A thousand more yet to die,
Till I am born of hope,
In your shadows shall I seek.