Flourish

Psalms 92:12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree: he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

The best thing about us is the YOU in this little person-realmy-realm.  You are the flavor of spring in me, the buzzy-bee, happy-We. 

You smell like hyacinth, you feel feather-light, your magic swells my senses high.  I am high. I am high.

You are the way to hopeful days, the glimpse of light, the glint of gold, the hallelujah here. 

You are the way to say, so I say the words that like to play.

You lend a phrase, display the way to unload the heart of its heavy joy, to spread it around this little patch of world I move in.