God made you in heaven before you were born
when you pass away all the angels will mourn.
See, it's quite simple why you were born you see,
to give your gifts to the world and be what you were meant to be.
God planted within each of us a really tiny seed.
As we grow, it blossoms like a flower, as pretty as can be.
So share the fruits of your talent, shining bright for the world to see,
forever growing tall, like a like an old oak tree.
Strong, sturdy and forever reaching high,
to the highest point way up in the sky.
So let your talent light your heart with joy and glee,
let the power within you grow by setting it free.
For there is no one like you in all of history,
you are unique, original and a mystery.
So celebrate your talents of who you are,
for you are an original star.
Copyright 2008 Suzae Chevalier
updated on December 29,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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