A seed is small but the potential is mighty
and when nourished
with wilful waters
and serendipitous sunlight
an oak appears where once stood an idea.
The greatest of men described friendship as planting seeds
and I now follow his example.
I shall leave a forest as my legacy,
each root a fragment of my soul.
Smol in stature but immeasurable in heart,
her kindness an imprint
from her soul’s beacon.
Though she struggles with her own mind,
as I have too.
I am a tree planted from the seeds of her empathy.
Her humour is sharper than the tastiest cheddar
and just as cheesy at times.
Yet I cherish every bite.
She sings smoothly, an angel’s song
transmuted through finite human ears.
A melody I know by heart.
Her name means prayer,
and the universe has answered.
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