blessing the soil

 


each day is wonder and circle

each moment a thought returned

allowing mind to be the true vine

I pretend to be in the center shining light

holding steady radiating bright

enjoying my rays reach out in the night

for each thought I think a new

blessing the soil my soul and you









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