Growing Graceful

My garden is starting to flourish. It is a beautiful thing to witness.

It is so mysterious, the way you grow. 

I wait to watch you. 

You love being seen.

You're always quiet. 

Always calm, 

though never alone. 

You have all you could ever need; 

staying within reach of your spot.

Without feet you manage to move.

Some days mustering the courage to move out.

You embrace those around you; 

latching on occasionally.

Heart beats away from giving back to those who nurtured you.

When you breath, it's magic. 

Unimaginable magic. 

Beautiful magic.

You will forever entice me. 

You could never fail me; 

you are blessed with life.