Warm spiced milk sometimes
Lavender Matcha, sometimes
Chai comforts my soul


Warm spiced milk sometimes
Lavender Matcha, sometimes
Chai comforts my soul


Brown skin, brown beauty
Graceful lines take shape as the
Sun shines on your light

Sweet life giving earth
Smells of hope and blossoms that
Need to be sniffed

Sometimes you just need
A board game with cousins that
Make you laugh so hard


Careful not to let
Your dreams for them, cloud away
Their dreams for themselves
Earthly spaces that
I can be all versions of
my blossoming self

Sewing holes, mending
Souls and soles that walk the earth
Sowing seeds of growth

The good in you sees
The good in me together we
Making things better

Blooming onion has
Nothing on blooming flowers
Sun fried beauty yep

I. Sometimes the sun is
The perfect filter for us
Catch sparkly glimmers

II. We belong to you
Your light filtering our lives
Nourishing and growing

III My friend, the sun speaks
A language that we all know
Growth, hope, faith life food
