Brown, soft, malleable. It even has a different aroma. Little worms and beetles revealed when its turned as it is now. This ground looked so firm, so solid, so unrelenting. Then it was dug; and became soil, dirt, broken. But this is what it really is.
The moon shines in its glory, only in the night, with its choir of stars to complement it. Not even the sun can boast of such. Its splendour unrevealed in the light of day, pours its light on clouds unmatched when it is itself; the moon. And this is just what it is.
Often times we are not what people hope us to be. What they want us to be. What they neee us to be. But we are who we are. Just us. Eventually, we will be turned and the ground becomes soil. Eventually the sun sets and the moon rise.We reveal who we really are. We become who we really are. Masks if any fall, inevitably. And when we do, often times, we are not quite what they expected.
But in the night, only can the moons magnificence be seen. Only when tilled, can the ground be useful. Bring forth fruit.
We are who we are and designed just as we are with no fault. Perfect. We aren't cut out to be other peoples expectations, hopes, dreams. We just are. We are perfect.
Love you as you. Even behind a dark cloud, you still are the magnificant moon shining to light pathways, to pull tides. Even under weeds, you still are the soil bursting with life waiting to come forth.
The moon shines in its glory, only in the night, with its choir of stars to complement it. Not even the sun can boast of such. Its splendour unrevealed in the light of day, pours its light on clouds unmatched when it is itself; the moon. And this is just what it is.
Often times we are not what people hope us to be. What they want us to be. What they neee us to be. But we are who we are. Just us. Eventually, we will be turned and the ground becomes soil. Eventually the sun sets and the moon rise.We reveal who we really are. We become who we really are. Masks if any fall, inevitably. And when we do, often times, we are not quite what they expected.
But in the night, only can the moons magnificence be seen. Only when tilled, can the ground be useful. Bring forth fruit.
We are who we are and designed just as we are with no fault. Perfect. We aren't cut out to be other peoples expectations, hopes, dreams. We just are. We are perfect.
Love you as you. Even behind a dark cloud, you still are the magnificant moon shining to light pathways, to pull tides. Even under weeds, you still are the soil bursting with life waiting to come forth.
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