Select Page

morning, where are you?

seeds of youth now buried deep,

fed by soil still–

streams of light at dawn,

from darkness comes your brilliance,

nourishing your growth.

cast not a shadow

of unrest, but protecting,

till your faith takes hold.

beauty yet unknown–

under earth beneath the light,

roots prepare for flight.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This
%d bloggers like this: