Morning Mantra: Power Trip
I shower me with love
Nearly every given hour
I lower me down this gove
Soon bloom into a rare flower
Be a sower's precious trove
But I'll still want to rise higher
So I start to scour the skies above
And fall in love with a night flyer
Won't cower beneath that cove
Stare down fear to claim my power
I tower high over its cave
Sail past the skies on sheer willpower
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