A Tiny Grain Genesis
A pure grain
fell loose
in the land...
fallen from the hand
of a sower ...
the tender land
as a mother soon
welcomed ...
Quiet,
immobile,
hopeful
the seed
patiently
waited ...
Soon the sun
came...
left fertile ray
in floor...
then came
the rain and brought
miraculous
liquid...
The mother land,
in the bulge made them
sleep, close together ...
With time,
a tip
protruding
broke out,
leaked the
surface,
broke out ...
soon grew
with total
resourcefulness
with yeast
Natural.
Then came
twigs, leaves
and ... fruits ...
tree
strong trunk ...
How fruitful
is the nature !
playing with teeny
cell ... a leafy
and prodigious tree ,,,
it's a miracle ..
of God...!
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