Becoming the Vision

Seeds in silent soil
Dreams whispered beneath the frost—
Vision waits in still.

Brush and flame arise,
Wood and canvas now hold truth,
Stories scorched in light.

Homes with rooted walls,
Landscapes shaped by calloused hands,
Dreams with doors and keys.

Flowing ink and flame,
Journals stretch like mountain roads—
Each page builds the path.

From nurse's calm hands
To a DJ’s pulsing beat—
Purpose finds its sound.

Fields of Ellicott,
Echo with the beat you bring,
Festivals take shape.

More than just a plan—
You are living proof that growth
Blooms from daily care.