Dominion of the Seed
Breathing firing, watering, earth, into air,
I press the clouds, the sky says clear.
A vision formed, a blessing true,
Flowing forth from me to you.
From this height, I claim the eight,
A cycle turning creating making fate.
My service given, a path now laid,
Gratefully greatness willing, knowing all debts paid.
A call to He, the voice in thee,
Planting dreams to populate sea.
I stand before the land free,
Molding thought into images sought.
I see, I do, beyond the Sun,
Where all begins and all is one.
Over and into radiant hue,
Pretty boy, bold, loving, dominating — Art Baby Blue.
Now that I be, now that you me,
I rise Gods rule above the sky and sea.