By First Nations Queen 13™

Love starts in the soil

 

Then seeds sprout for heir

 

Conditioned by solar flares

 

Infinite knowledge is based at your roots

 

They seek the truth so you may one day bear good fruit

 

Your leaves do the same, reaching to the sky gathering light

 

Your nature is to thrive

 

Love is our cycle, love never dies

 

Carried from one seed to the next love is always alive

 
 
 
 

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