A New Seed
Like veins flowing through a leaf
We try and spread our belief
Time has come for leaves to fall
On the ground is rest for all
Now and then falls a nut
From a different branch he is cut
He begins to grow differently
But no changes we can see
As he grows he’s the one to blame
In a revolt he receives the flame
Then his fruit becomes mutated
A new seed is now created.
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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