A tiny bud sits on the tree
Straining towards the light
Energy flows, so it grows
Reaching an unexplored height.
The bursting petals now unfold
Life is on it's way
Once a bud, a fledgling child
Inside having so much to say.
Now the flower opens wide
Laughing with life's song
Fragrance and words issue forth
Righting the smallest wrong.
For she is ripe ready to loose
Her writings into the air
Creative juices swirl about
Leaving prose so pure, so fair.
Timing is everything in life
As cycles ready us for more
Drieske my friend, your time is here
Your mind open and ready to explore.
Myself a bud upon that tree
Holding you hand in hand
I will enjoy all you offer
and firmly forever we shall stand.
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