Lush

Do not wither, do not wilt; be gardens flush with rains.
I do not speak of flowers; I speak to thee of brains.

Water them, feed them & nurture them against all strife.
Minds can grow & bloom away throughout your entire life.

Graduating from anything cannot be the line.
Diplomas are not barrels fermenting knowledge wine.

Thru each role bestowed by life & all the love inside;
Experience is fractal…in facets we reside.

I’m a changeling, a brother, an uncle & a fag.
We can’t be all these things at once…that’s deity’s bag.

We are not omniscient, yet we still can ever learn. 
Emotional intellect’s a precious thing to earn.