A single seed planted in love, nourished and fed of love.
Snuggled deep and waiting to bloom, warmed by
the sunshine, and God above.
Time keeps you and suddenly you sprout, growing
delicately one day at a time.
You don't see the changes that every moment brings,
you a delicate flower, sweet child of mine.
Pushing through life, blooming stretching and growing,
face turned outwards reaching toward life, and I wanting
to protect you and keep you from strife.
Like the precious flower you are, you stretch toward
the sun and spread your wings, growing and living,
blessed by God, a miraculous thing.
When the Spring turns to fall, you will look and see that
the delicate blossom has grown and matured to
the full blooming rose, singing and humming with
strength in your veins, full of life and living for
nothing remains the same.