sitting at my window
sitting at my window looking at view
putting pictures to words imagination you
for appreciating the city and enjoying all seeing eyes
each day I wake up and go to bed to you
every way I spin around flapping my wings
capturing creating vibrating winds for the wonderment
being is my oil growing shining sunshine
whereby I fly bye waving weaving floating high
knowing to sow I go below
singing songs for art baby blue to blow
believing is my seed in soil it rests
from it my dreams like trees they crest
up into mind they reach and strive
with each found belief I truly thrive
roots dig deep in faith they bind
through every storm they never mind
branches stretching wide hoping they sway
bearing fruits for each passing day
with every belief my forest grows tall
in its shade I find strength in all
believing is my seed my constant guide
growing my mind up like trees is me
in faithful love for Yahweh I abide
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