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The Seed

A speck of seed
Planted on the ground
Hoping to sprout in its definite time
Turning into something;

Rain and sun came;
Night and day passed;
Day after day.

Time and hard work
Patience and hope
Determination and expectation.

At last, it began sprouting this tiny seed
Accomplished; undertaken
Became into something 
And joined the unit of nature.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
9 October 2022
5:03 PM

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