From Root To Bloom
Oh seed, when will you sprout?
The cotyledons await with a pout.
Wind, water, soil and air,
Is it enough of a fair?
Oh stem, here comes the drought!
I hear the little leaves shout.
The sun sears, your soil turns dry,
And yet, you reach for the sky.
Oh bud, greet the rain,
What was lost, you will now gain.
The bees watch in anticipation,
What may become of their foundation.
Oh flower, now awake,
Feel the shine of the light that breaks.
And as the sun begins to guide,
Open your petals, lush and wide.

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