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The mind does prepare, for the days ahead,
As you do discover, what the wise said.
Like the small seed, to a flower grown,
Days of your awakening, what is known.

The body does wake, your mind is set,
As you do discover, what you will get.
This the small shoot, aiming for the sky,
Days of your awakening, do not ask why.

The soul does grow, as days go by,
As you do discover, what is no lie.
Like the pretty flower, petals in the sun,
Days of your awakening, have only just begun.

Copyright 1990 - 2013 Craig Wadner