Here I am
Draped in clothes of softest green
Protection from the world around
Unfolding
My face turned to the sun
Stretching to embrace it
The sweet fresh brush of air
Alive
I'm growing
Surrounded by thousands like myself
Vibrant, brilliant, thriving
Wild
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Clothes of softest green give us protection.The sweet fresh brush of air comes alive while mind grows. Growing with brilliant values in mind and spirit motivates mind in love and dignity. A nice life should be soft like flower...10
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