The Nursery

The soft, smooth dirt is a bed for the newborns, nurtured by their father's vibrant hands. He watches them grow day by day, amazed to see their improving height and beautiful smiles each morning. Like every good father, he provides his kids a nightlight to protect them from lurking darkness. His love is radiant, guiding his children to each blossom one day. Although when his babies feel alone, distracted by thunderous thoughts and drowning in their own tears, he is always there. He is there shining his love through the darkness, outcasting the raging storms. On their darkest days, he will always be there. So, like a good father, the sun continues to rise at dawn, providing his flowers with a love so bright and vibrant, that fear itself is afraid to grow.