Flower Patch Soul

My soul; a flowerbed

Born a bare patch of soil on a warm summers day;

I start a blank slate.

My family; the sun

Nourishing the seeds within me, encouraging them to fruition

Caring for the seeds of new, blew my way by,

Life; the winds

Pushing seeds of fragrant wild flowers my way

Brushing away old leaves, creating something brighter, diverse, unique.

Friends; the rain

Refreshing and cooling from the suns rays

Reminding us, harshly, to feel the wind is near

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