I wast a seed way back when
Teaching mine self to grow alone
Then time to wither and to rend—
All waste mine blood cologne.
Yet dying wast not the end
And wast unfortunately respawned again.
In this dark kingdom of dirt
From where I wast unmoving,
Behold, ye who stunned my worth
Whose winsome colours begun changing.
Thou art who possibly wanted me staying,
Who shared her goodness and living.
The One whom I did not see
Who might hath sent ye to me
Shined a light and blessed us grow,
Let the rush and water flow—
Let me live and be with thee.
We both grew together,
We both loved each other.
The history wast ye and me.
Now and soon wilt be us as one
We'lt be both be free
With goodness of the Great Sun.
~ Savvy - _ -
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