The Endless Seed
A new seed is sown and begins to grow
And through metamorphous starts to know
‘Twill be many shapes and forms to see
Before what that seed will turn to be
An’ through the journey hard and long
‘Twill be days of sorrow – days of song
Many things this seed will see
Before reaching its’ maturity.
And then, as maturity gives way to age
The seed will have nearly crossed the stage
On which it played within Life’s Play
And on the other side, end its’ Day.
Then …
A new seed is sown and begins to grow …
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