| Sonflower |
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I saw him planting in his garden. He covered the seed with care, Nourishing it with Miracle Grow; For the miracle would grow there. The sun shone upon the seed And the rains quenched it's thirst. Blessings were heaped upon it, For this flower would be the first. Peeking out from under the dirt, The flower saw the hands. Strong, yet kind, as they molded him To handle what the earth demands. The flower reached up to the sky, Looking for strength and power. He found it in the Master's hands. For, he was the "Sonflower". |
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