An older one
It starts off as new flower
Sprouting up through the ground
But with each new rain shower,
More of flower is found
The breath of life is breathed,
Causing flowers to show their beauty
Blooming, opening for their creator.
With each new ray of hope
Brought forth with sunshine,
More beauty in color can be found.
More love is shown, bringing smiles.
With each passing day, more life can be found,
You will see more and more reasons you aren’t bound
By an unrealistic, false hope.
As with the new flower,
Life can begin anew.
There is a love greater
Amazing,
Waiting,
For you.
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