Since I started collecting
From the seed flights of dandelions
Your Spirit drifted to my corner
Storing safely in my sowing basket
I sow in appointed areas
Even created raised beds
For those who need special care
Now, as you mapped my daily steps
I’m carrying my water can and books
To stop alongside the little signs
And just as I get weary
Your angels delivered me assistance
At last, as I take a last round
I returned to Your well
To quench my thirst
And refill my can for the next day
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