As a poet to me,
from a poet tree,
branches stimulate me,
all through my family,
With leaves of genealogy don’t leave out anybody,
Does the poet owe it to me,
Till the goosebumps and tingling come to me,
how will I ever be a branch from this poet tree,
that branches out to everybody,
Shading them from being lonely
With roots of word wizardry
Into the ground of rhyme
Nourishing all and keeping them sturdy in the winds of creativity that blow for all
Another seed goes into the ground of prosperity
Growing into a new possibility of ability
Growing from the rain that sounds like drops of everybody
With the sun shining for all to see
The forest filled with humanity
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