Ungrown
Children are like bees trying to leave home,
When the web holds them ungrown.
A bee knows a task at hand,
Bring forth love and freedom to the land.
From nature every bee lives with grace.
Unstick yourself from this childish place.
From nature every child is grown.
From nature every future is one's own.
A web has no future free,
The way children are meant to be.
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