God's Seed
Life is not a fairy tale.
This is real, life.
It's real, joy. It's real,
pain. This is real, death.
There are no guarantees.
A growing seed that grows
from birth till death.
This seed can multiply,
it can love. This seed can
feel pain, it can laugh.
This seed can teach,
it can become ill.
This seed is the seed
of generations of seeds.
It's been created, reborn,
multiplied, and died
throughout centuries.
We have used this seed,
as a lifeline of what
was and is to come.
Be it sand, water, or evolution,
the seed that began it all,
has never stopped.
God's first seed began with
Adam and Eve.
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