ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ you may not have been birthed in the soil, and granted, you will not blossom when spring melts winters wake. but inside of you grows a thousand gardens full of exploding stars. you are of the earth, and your ashes have been constructed with stardust, and set free with the wind.