I jumped toward the sky

Though on a cloud, I floated on a grey one

It held me close, but then the rain weighed down

I fell with it, splattering on the grass

 

The drops still sprinkled as the clouds covered the sun

But water cleanses and water feeds

The wetness dries, and I grow brighter

I needed the rain to reach higher

 

Whether a thorn or a bud develops, I grow what I need

Beauty, compassion, protection, strength

Brought by rain and shine necessary to survive

The inevitable vulnerability in the vast world

 

Out in the open only my roots in the soil hold me in place

Firmly grounded I know I can weather another storm

My foundation gives me all I need to blossom under the infinite sphere

I grow more roots as I move toward the Son

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