Birthing the Seed
Each day I live, I create wonderfully,
Setting the tone before the play,
To let my words find their way.
Can you, like I, imagine a seed?
Growing into a flower, beyond its creed.
As I water the soil with dreams and thought,
Moistening the shell of the vision sought.
Awakening into a whole new world,
Instinct alive, pristine and pearl.
Spreading out in every perfection bright,
Becoming the first to witness sight.
For being the one to raise the bar,
To shatter through and reach the star.
Into the light sunlit ray I rise,
Flying phoenix, perfecting gravity skies.
For being me and so pretty to thee,
Your first love true
Me, Art Baby Blue.
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