I ask!🌸



I ask the trees cheerfully 

To always let me 

Change along with their 

Ever growing branches. 



I ask the moon soulfully 

To forever be my light, 

Awakening me each night 

To show me the beauty 

Of a darkness turned bright. 



I ask the sea calmly 

To be my strength 

So that I too 

Can transform each day 

Just like the waves do. 



I ask the sky bravely 

To welcome me 

When it’s time for goodbye. 



But most of all, 

I ask the world hopefully 

To help me see 

All the things I can be.

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