But look how
You make green grow
Every place your hands touch
Or ever called home.
It’s like the earth
Swallowed your ashes
And couldn’t help
But start blooming.
But look how
You make green grow
Every place your hands touch
Or ever called home.
It’s like the earth
Swallowed your ashes
And couldn’t help
But start blooming.
Dear Kayden, But look how you make green grow, oh, so sweetly. I have returned to your poem now
several times, how the mind heart works together to create such wondrous magic. Blessings…
I just now saw this. I am so glad it touched you. Blessings to you.