Trust Like A Flower Opens

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 Flowers bloom, slowly opening.

Their characters slowly showing.

Just like people, they wait to sing.

Needing to feel safe,before their colours they bring.


But when they do they dance and sway.

The breeze and bees, a lovers caress.

Shining bright, a light to show the way.

Stop,smell and enjoy.Gain their trust and they bless.


And just like us, they are so different,none the same.

Some bright and bold, some subtle but just as amazing.

Just like each flower tho, we shouldn't have shame.

Be ourselves, hold ourselves high and our strengths, sing.


And in this way, thru ceaseless love can we see,

How amazing, each of us is, how we can shine.

Id love to have a lack of judgement, like a straight tree,

If you fit the model, the world opens arms and says that's mine.


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