The seed and the seedling
Tiny seed sprouts into a seedling,
Roots explores beyond the levelling.
Leaves widen in direction of light,
Sun turns towards it in delight.
It grows further but takes time,
under the sky is the beautiful design.
Shakes in the air with dare,
Elders greets before they retire.
Often closes its leaves in the nights,
Fearing the ghost would visit its sight.
Early sun rays create an undying hope,
Balances the body and promotes growth.
In the evening it closes itself to the world,
In a hope of soothing recovery in the dark,
Sun promised to greet the tiny ,
The seedling rested and relaxed in symphony.
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