Given,
Taken.
Such is the cycle
Of this little earth.

But a gift I've gotten
Is bigger than her.

A soul
So sacred,
He's kept in dirt.

Blooming through soil
And grows with worth.

Such is the flower
That shines in day.
Through thorn and wind
He'll gently sway.

Through sun and moon
He still is raised.
And the life he gives,

Is more valued than rays.