For Maizey Ranae

A tiny grain of sand when new
No real form to call it you
Years of love
From mother, father and Above
Bring substance to your soul

Each new step
In this thing called life
Works to mold, protect and keep
On the wings of joy or in the pain of strife

Layer upon layer
You are naturally coated
With nothing but the utmost care

Set apart, unique and special
You emerge
Reborn
A beauty
A pearl