By Cynnamon Brown
The seeds were planted, they were strategically scattered, upon solid ground. Being nurtured, and loved. The spirit was rooted on good soil. It grew through the concrete. Its as delicate as a pretty tulip, that's annually bought to life.
Yet telling one how they should be, when the cool breeze blows.
You're taken for a ride on a natural high. Borderline savage. Not grown, just to be thinking average thoughts. As my mind runs deep its roots seem to take flight. As the leaves fall, its almost autumn.
Seasons change, just want to be happy, sharing love around the world, being that kind of human being, rooted within a special type of perfection. Loving thyself, before loving anyone else, makes life so serene.
Summer ends, Fall is coming, orange, brown, leaves covers the pavement. As the seeds blow, some deeper in the dirt. Rooted feelings begin to surface. One always remembers. Love Thyself as you're planted within the confines of your mind.
Emotions take flight, black faces in the night. When you are secure, and knows how your blessings flow, rooted into your soul, on solid ground in good soil. Everyday is a blessing, with flaws too, you know... however continue to grow, beautifully rooted, in GOD'S love.