To be Born Again
Shade from the sun of which under grows,
In waste lives develop for waste well,
A canopy of caring,
No disease passes from your arms,
Stretch through the light and dark,
No fear of your mighty bark,
For the only sound is in the wind,
Solid stressing.
Grounded on the mother earth,
Printed on our material worth,
The only pain you can inflict is in paper,
Or by chance you fall in the storm or by
Our Cause.
If I were to return after death,
I want to be reborn as you,
For hate or hurt is not within
Your constituition.
Only to grow and be.
What plan must I make so this comes true,
But to plant the seed so as maybe,
I can be a part of your generations.

By Ryan Anthony Gibson

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