The Suns Wife
The plants wither and die when winter rolls around,
all their nutrients and beauty belong again to the ground.
Are people like this too, perhaps?
Who once stood tall and bold and beautiful,
Now lie dormant and broken and begin to relapse?
I think so, it’s true.
We all have our seasons for varying reasons.
But like the flowers in spring,
we will once again grow bigger and bolder with more color and life.
We will stand taller and taller and be the suns wife.
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