When I go outside, the earth, my mother always tells me:

Your petals may fall,
some days you’ll wither,
but you are a growing flower;
one whose beauty is out of the picture.
Don’t forget to look up, or down,
dig your feet into my ground.
I am always here,
watering your wounds
and rooting for your smile
to be in full bloom.

I rise like the
waves and
crash like
them too.

I am a body
of water
That’ll send
a ripple
down your
spine when
you dive in.

One day
you’ll see the puzzle
you’ve created.

Or maybe
I’m just a piece
that you purposely lost.

Because you know
I would complete you.
But you are not ready
to be whole.

I hope you find
what you're looking for
as you kick off new games
to leave in the dark.