Fingers across the sky
Ten paintbrushes designed to nurture dreams.
Fingers digging in the dirt
Ten shovels to clear your path…
The path to get you there.
Kiss the wind and taste the air
in which aspirations bloom from seedlings of hope.
A mother is your river.
One that flows for you, ethereal child.
This heart of mine is yours.
I breathe, solely, for you.