A tiny little drop of you,

The water of life,

Fill my belly with wantonness,

To quench my thirst,

Wilt, be far from me.

 

I am, but nothing more than a seeker.

I long to rise.

Spring of life,

Flow into me, bring me out to thrive,

Let me flourish, unending quest to survive in the desert,

Where one out of thousands no not his fate.

Produce tiny seeds that will become me once again.

 

I will blossom in beautiful colors of petals,

I will flourish in all seasons,

I will heal the sick,

My thick back a shelter,

All this I will do with my green self.

Make me the giver of all.

This post is in response to the one-word prompt. Water