OMLILAS
Poetry, self love

To Grow is to Want

As the days evolve into night,
and the echoing cycle of dawn and dusk persist,
What once was a seed,
in the course of time will inevitably grow into a tree.

But it is not until it is meditated with nourishment and patience that it becomes a steady, soaring, support structure of liveliness.

With this,

What once was a tree, in the hands of tenderness, will earn the name of the protective and wise guardian of the forrest.