Down in the dirt, covered and buried.
The darkness surrounds. Frightened, worried.
Water and sunlight. Nature, nurtured.
The seed sprouts roots. Present and future.
The roots take hold, the flower ascends.
Who is to say when life begins?
Out in the sunlight, weather, and storms.
Peace and love. Hatred and war.
The flower wilts, the petals fall.
Such is life after all.
Until next spring, I must adjourn,
When once again I’ll be reborn.
Goodbye until then. Until then, goodbye.
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