A tiny little drop of you,

Water of life,

Fill my belly with wantonness,

To quench my thirst,

Wilt and shrivel will be far from me.

 

I am, but nothing than helpless, a seeker.

I long for you to make me 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 colours of petal,

I will flourish in all season,

I will heal the sick,

My thick back used as shelter,

All this I will do with my green self.

Make me the giver of all.

This post is in response to one word prompt. Water

 

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