You grow in all shades of bright green, and yellow, and red,
And some even brown
Eager to jump up, to start and reach for your sun
Be it though just a lamp
You depend on me to wake it,
And to make your rain
I forgot to make time today.
Some of you may never rise from you shells now
Others may take just a little longer.
I really promise I was sick,
I'd never leave you on purpose.
You all are my babies, my love
An escape.
The rains will come tomorrow
I'm sorry
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