Nature's Decay and Rebirth
"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours–waiting for rebirth." Quote by - Constance La France
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Once buried a seed as a child,
As I had seen my father do.
I wished it would decay and feed maggots,
Like meat I once buried.
But nature taught me outside class—
That seeds smile deeper beneath soil.
I soon forgot the tiny grave I'd made,
Till the first sprout appeared.
It looked just like my father's crop—
Green and glistening in the sun.
So I began to tend it as he did,
And watched it grow as mine.
Each day, its smile became wider,
One leaf to two, then to many.
Its stem pushed upward toward the heavens—
A loud joy filled my soul.
It grew like those in my dad's farm,
Stayed a secret just between us.
Its silks grew long and its green leaves spread wide—
My seed became many.
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