A poem

Mother and baby, attached at the root.

Look how tall you will grow baby!

See me?  See what you can be?

I see you.

And I can be more like you too.

You, yellow.  Me, orange.

You bring yellow to me and I offer to you, orange.

Do you feel the pull, the energy urging you forward?

Though you are smaller than I, I still feel the need to grow.

You will never stop growing as long as you never stop feeling.  Feeling life.  Feeling your potentiality.

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