Apples don't fall far from the trees.
I love the green inside of me,

I take pride while I'm on this ride.

Why?

...because my hands are up to the sun and sky!

Lay with me where it's safe to be.

My mind shapes
the reality
my hands can’t create
and my patience
is the underlying
sensation.

The light seems
like the sky beams brightly
from the top of the tree.

He stays to be
so he stays with the bees.

Dear Mother,

Mother Earth grounds you beneath the dirt to blossom your worth
These words are what reaches you first.
To honor your making.
In your presence that is laying.
On your lap I am praying
Through the words I am saying...

I love you.

- Gavin