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| Underground a single seed lies. Waiting patiently to rise. A root breaks forth and starts to grow! Anxiously it looks for a nearby water flow. Little water is found... So the seed remains underground. The root asks the other plants to please share, But sharing water, they don't dare. The root hopes for a pouring rain, But three weeks without and it feels the strain. The root finally dies, but the seed is still there. Hoping that with water, the other plants will be fair. You may ask, "What's it to me?" The seed, is the artist to be. The root could be a picture or a rhyme. The water or course, is time. The other plants are things in our daily life, Like work, family, worries and strife. Just remember, that the seed patiently lies And it's hoping one day, to see the sunrise. |
