There he was
2006 he walked
Walked into my Garden
Such raw talent
Within his soul
Within his traditions
His pride
As a Mexican
As well as a Puerto Rican
His colors bleed from ever pore
He stood in my presence
Wanted a mentor
Wanted to be polished
Like a raw gem stone
I planted knowledge in his soil
There it grew with nurturing guidance
A love for a mentiee
He became a young tree of knowledge
In the future he took over for me
As my limbs grow weak
As the sun hardly shines on me
No more love
As the lumberjack comes for me
My wood is old
As the harvest me
The cut me to pieces
Society recycles the old
Not worth anything
Taken cut up to die
To leave the young tree
to be the next leader of his art
Of his life.
I have done all I could do
I planted a seed
To grow strong
and tall
To one day plant a seed
Within a furtile ground
A seed is planted
Knowledge
Passing of it all.
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