Does your stomach know patience,

Mahogany Smiles
Nov 12, 2025
1 min read

That it can't eat from an unripe garden?

Let that woman doze in the spring mire.

Allow richness of the soil to seep into her pores,

Bath in the joy of the rain, She seeks to soak in the Sun's rays, Personify its light.

God has given her time,

To sprout over the grass blades before the full blossom,

See her rooted and reaching

Pretty without petals.

Study her stem with no intentions of plucking.

She can nourish you.

So let her be,

God is giving her time.

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