poem, poetry, rhyme, rhyming, Uncategorized

Bloom

Bloom where you are planted, child,

bloom amongst the weeds.

Sprout within the desert, child,

and turn your many seeds.

Sow hope where there is hopelessness,

sow faith where there is doubt,

and never will you thirst for rain

should there appear a drought.

-Amy Struthers

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