In the earth, a little seed, it lies so still,
Waiting for the rain, by nature’s will.
Time will pass, and roots will grow,
Life begins where death must go.

Leaves will dance in the morning sun,
But seasons change, and all things run.
From dust to bloom, then back again,
The seed reminds: nothing stays the same.

writen and produced my me

seedling

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