My mother planted ancient seeds,
in garden beds surrounding me.

She hummed a sunny melody,
while placing them so tendlerly.

She showered them in sunlight beams,
& all the things that clouds can dream.

She caught the wind of willow trees,
& sprinkled wisdom from the breeze.

Flowers bloomed upon my sleeves.
A thousand hearts she gave to me.

With mirrors grown upon the leaves,
reflecting back her love for me.


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