Blueprint of the Becoming
Here is a thought to think, to bring forth fruit,
One second in mind, six months taking root.
Gestation is woven in rhymes we hear,
A swell forming, the future drawn near.
Let me paint a picture, let me show thee,
Three girls spinning in dance, circling Me,
High above, from my building in Thai,
Gazing below, where dreams touching loving sky.
God’s business blooms in gardens and knowing,
Currency flowing, beyond overflowing.
Each drop accounted, each blessing sublime,
Lego-built visions, expanding align.
Signs markings fifty, the path laid clear,
A kingdom of thought, no limits near.
For mind is the land where futures say,
I planted this seed—watching it rise to play.