The Flower
Planted beneath the very ground ,
is a seed, in the depths of a downward route.
Placed in a soil, watered and cared,
in hopes, to find the way out.
The heart of the seed, in the pursuit of the need.
ready to travel, what is to be lead
Tenderils appearing and clearing,
fighting through whatever is then ahead.
Then in the distance,
there comes, and through dark is light.
The seed, has now came ,and is never the same,
climbing beneath, to reach the bright.
The road to be least taking, in the direction,
the seed was making, where there was no room.
The seed without doubt , had to find the route,
in order, for it to then bloom.
Then during the initial indication,
during the direct certain hour.
The seed knew then had to be,
the bloom, called the flower.
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