The Seed and the Tree
The seed was planted from above.
It's roots begin to flourish and it's stem begins to grow.
The wind blows it's suttle breathe,
why the rains showers it with the blood of its veins,
and the sun protects it in all it's natural health, into the branches of leaves to
come why it spreads its oxygen around the world.
The meadows that surround it show the beauty of the landscape high and low as
a bird flies by and picks up another seed to cover the earth with it's winds, it's
permenant state as generations go by giving life again and again like the
leaves in the fall that go and then begin again in the spring.
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