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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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