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Seedlings

We all start out like seedlings Just emerging from the earth, Alike in that we’re each of us A product of a birth. Depending on our genus, We may grow up tall and straight Or be scraggly or bristly, Rooted down by luck or fate. We’ll be nurtured and be nourished Or be totally ignored, Grow in gardens gently tended Or be trampled and abhorred. Some of us will sport some flowers To embellish and adorn, While for others there’s deception Waiting in a hidden thorn. Though there’s sun and rain and shelter, Nature doesn’t really care If each seedling has an equal shot, For life just isn’t fair.

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Date: 8/2/2024 3:05:00 PM
I guess some of us fall on stoney ground, Ilene. Mother nature is indeed harsh… but only time will tell if she will destroy us or we will destroy her…. Here’s to a truce!
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Date: 7/31/2024 7:52:00 PM
A remarkable write, Ilene. I like the honesty about the cruelty of 'Nature.' A pet peeve of mine is how some folks just 'adore Nature.' But like you said, "Nature doesn't care!" Bravo, Gershon
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Date: 7/31/2024 1:28:00 PM
wonderfully stated Irene
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Date: 7/31/2024 12:28:00 PM
It is true that we are all given chances in life to become all we can be and our life is a bundle of our choices plus whatever happened to us in our formative years. Thanks for sharing your insights with us. Sara K
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