The Planting of Love
May my words fall like crystal dew
upon the soft soil of your loving heart.
May it sprout the seeds of affection,
growing with this nourishment.
May your passionate flowers blossom,
roses, violets, innumerable variations
upon the fresh green pastures of your heart
May grand sequoias touch the heavens.
May your forests flourish to time indefinite,
withstanding many storms and the test of time.
We will start a campfire
and reminisce about the years of growth.
Deep down, we are both assured
the forests will never stop growing.
Chanté Walker
November 10, 2024
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