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After fifteen
years of maturing,
pure white innocent beauties
charmed honey bees in working
all over the sweet succulent bouquets

The sun and the moon cherish the buds in green
to grow bigger into shiny globes in a few more months

Oleaginous splash spread in the air fills my nostrils
as I picked the juice of the heaven, the blessing
of the earth are finally handed to my palms

These splendors in golden yellow
to marigold hold me so dear

The treasures in my life,
such pleasures to
see, feel, smell
and taste




Just like
oranges and
avocados harvested
from our garden for years
I have seen my life as the gift
out of the heavens and the earth

After many years of trying, I’ve begun
to see myself a tiny green bud, growing into
a mature woman, who needs very little

All the breeze, the mist, raindrops,
the sun, and the moon have
settled me into a vessel,
who sees profusion

I am so grateful
to live a life,
to see