to hear what is sent
and see all that is meant
to smell like a belle
and yell from the well
to taste without haste
and consider the waste
to enjoy each meal
and heal how i feel
to let grief wash me clean
so that i can gleam
to cry goodbye
and try till i fly
to learn how to grow
and then how to sew
to find what is needed
so all can be feeded
to appreciate the feast
and think of each beast
to follow whats right
but not hold on so tight
to understand what i can
and let go of the spam
to respect our gaia
the stayer the swayer
to honour my daughter
and the gift of water
to breathe fresh air
and conqueor the fear
to unite the flight
and let in the light
to show that i care
and bare what i wear
to share another tear
for closures are near
reconcille for a while
and smile through the trial
to bee a beautiful seed
not an ugly weed
to always remember
november december
acknowledge each seven
and be grateful for heaven
to be a little greace
on the wheel of peace
to always be real
and seal the deal
to have some fun
and be one with the sun
and whisper
my love is true
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