A Seed
A seed does not stay the same.
If it did, it was stunted
& died.
A seed planted
In soil
Nourished,
Watered,
& fed;
Grows
Changes
& shifts
To it’s
Environment.
Growing, growing, growing.
The plants
Around
Infuriated
Trying to
Drown,
Strangle,
And quench
It’s need
To grow.
To quench
It‘s need
for more.
Jealous of
it’s strength.
Trying to
get ahead
In their game.
When it’s clear
on the outside
looking in,
that there’s more to
life than
their petty games.
Our leaves can’t turn
green when games
are all that are played.
Too busy
tying up knots.
Focusing on other’s
instead of
trying to plant
our own roots and grow out further
Then we’ve ever been before,
before there is too much to loose.
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