I am not 'this' that you wish.
A novelty you expect,
As an exception to go unchanged.
Nothing on Earth that the Earth births,
Remains the same.
Rain nourishes!
And if the blooming done that I do,
Should upset you and your perceptions...
I can only wish you the best of dust collected,
Upon your aging and fixed feet.
I live to do to get done on each stage of life,
That welcomes my efforts to grow.
I wish to participate not contemplate life.
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