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