Seeds of Creation
I planted my seeds at 82nd and Stark,
Pulling from the body its semitic word.
Wandering no further from this point I dream.
Fulfilling all thoughts in the scene,
I gave everything God put in thee to birth a world.
For the fruit of my Father is all in thy mind,
Continuing pro creation, enjoying my kind.
At 82nd and Stark, my seeds found soil,
Pulling from the body, words uncoil.
No wandering now, this point I dream,
Fulfilling all thoughts in life's grand scheme.
I gave all God placed within me to birth,
A world of my making, a place of worth.
For the fruit of my Father is all in mind,
Continuing creation, embracing my kind.
Proclaiming the beauty of what I see,
A mirror of love, endlessly free.
In the roots and the rise, I find my art,
The seed of creation, my beating heart.
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