You are the seed that planted the one and only me,
I am your bloom that sprouts the flowers you generously water.
Without you there’d be no master key.
As the Sun sets in the West I shall rise in the East just so it is you I can see.
Father, it is your heart that I can make solemnly flutter.
You are the branch that I sit upon each and every wondrous day.
I am the leaf that blows away to crumble and dry every single season.
Without me there’d be no crops planted to show you your rightful way.
As the Moon becomes full you shall sit empty as my fruits harvest where they’re sown for
me to lay.
Father, it is I that gives you your breath and every bit of your only reason.
The skies shall light way up and the Stars shall be much too bright,
I am your day Sir, but you my “Father” are undoubtedly my night.
Father, I am your perfect white dove and your little lamb.
The oceans of deep and the mountains of height,
Seeded by your breathing life, I am the only thing you have honestly done perfect and right.
Father, I can only breathe because you are why I see that I even am.
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