Quiet and delicate past
My thorns are showing at last
My leaves and roots are about to bud
All I  need is water and love

They take and take threw the seasons they come
But at last I’m here growing threw the mud
Sometimes I feel alone and stuck
But threw the night I sense you’re faithfulness to rise again my love
My sun
My love
My faithful friend that gives me strength and touch.
So I will grow and I will show you my colors
I’m no longer worried of death cause I’m living in field full of wonders

...hello old friend good morning