A Blooming Flower
I am who I am,
a flower waiting for a season's change,
ready to bloom so big for this world.
I am a kayak drifting down the Chatahoochee
just waiting for that one fish to bite.
I am that ball flying into the goal
making the little child smile.
I am the adrenaline from the zipline or
from repelling down Yonah Mountain.
I am a person of nature,
just waiting to bloom.
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