Another year has passed,

Another length of grass,

From which field you grow honestly and green,

In excellence, I watch not a baby or seed,

Passed single integers to double integers,

A young woman full of vitality and life,

My little woman.

Once who followed my lead,

Now cares to lead herself,

Who once relied on her parents for happiness,

Now finds Happiness in herself,

Contentment, rooted in her field,

Comfortable inside of herself and on the ground,

Owning the earth she stands on,

But knowing I stand in this field besides,

And if you bend, bend into me,

As I will keep you erect and in the sun,

Photosynthesised by the attention of God,

And the goodness that brings to you, in you.

By Ryan Gibson

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