planted with love and sown with intent
Yearn for tenderness and stretch for light
air flowing through soil to my lifes begin
I would sprout true brilliant green
so small and fragile at first unseen
Then I would search for wind and rain
I would praise my makers dream
God the colors I will be - embarrassingly
No shame will become me
If a seed of life I could be.
--Diva
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