To my daughter

If you think of me as an ocean, you will be a wave
Foam, clear flow and swirling turquoises
If you think of me as a corolla, you will be a bud
Fragrant integrity in the last snow
If you think of me as forest, you will be oak
Tenacious, wise in her perfect essence
If you think of me as fire, you will be a spark
You will burn in the endless universe
You will only be able to receive my love, because you are part of me.
Think of me in grace, think of me with tenderness and ardor,
because any feeling you have towards the origin
me and even before the world,
it’s a reflection of yourself.
Always feel loved, my daughter