I suppose the signs show you getting your flowers.  I use to write to be free yet now its more to steer the sea.  Each thought a marker for where I am thinking.  A gift from the past to present. Now to regift the favor.  Yes I am enjoying my wings.  I suppose the signs are blooming bright, Petals rising, raising light. Each verse once written to set me free, Now steers the rhythm of my sea. A thought, a beacon, a path being told, A gift from past, regifted gold. The ink once poured to break the chains, Now shapes the clouds, commands the rains. Yes, I am enjoying these wings of mine, Stretching far beyond to Gods given line.  To soar, to reveal, A sky once ideally imagined, now made real.

  Mama, earth, how i cherish you here, A grace of art upon the land so close and near, For all my dreams, being happy you, Impressing my thoughts into play, Speaking literally my say, Wording the air into seeds my forte. Being thankful I breathe, How I think of you, my dominate be, So creatively you birthing me, And so pretty me you, Loving you me art baby blue. Mama, Earth, how I cherish you here,   A grace of art, so close and near.   For all my dreams of being happy, you,   Impressing my part into what is true. Speaking literally my say,   Wording the air, planting seeds each day.   Being thankful as I breathe, so free,   How I think of you, my dominant be. So creatively, you birth in me,   And so pretty, you reflect in thee.   Loving you, me—art baby blue,   Together we grow, forever be you. --- My reflecting love, gratitude, bonding earth celebrating a deep connecting earth, creativity, a...

  Allow me to paint a picture for you,   One that sits and considers your view.   Let me create the setting for the start of the play,   A scene with a theme for you to say. Father in heaven as you are being mind,   Reveal into words that bear great fruit.   Whether I sow and till the soil or sand,   For here I am praying unto land. Bring forth your beauty for where I stand,   In the light of your grace, my heart expands.   With each brushstroke, vision becoming more clear,   Guided by faith, I have nothing to fear. The scene unfolds, a divine play,   In every word and every day.   As I create, I feel your hand,   Leading me through this promised land. For in this picture, I find my place,   A canvas of love, painted on every face.   With each line and each hue,   I see the world, refreshed and new. So let the play begin, the story to...

  how could include a pretty you in my view merry you me of course i will see you for each moment i breathe thinking thoughts loving you for each wind flowing sending hearts with in  oh being art baby blue how beautiful me you loving you mother lillian inspiring you me thank yahweh god jesus christ breathing spirit soulful sprig um