I am the granddaughter to my old grandmother
And the grandmother to my granddaughter so dear
I am the flower growing strong not to smother
and the stem giving balance to the leaves of others
I am the root holding together love so clear
For all that is above us is also below
Granting to us knowledge and teaching us to grow
History repeats itself - soon we’ll understand
As flowers need a garden, souls won’t grow in sand
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