We grow as a seed
its only
love and water
we shall need
like all things we need love and nature
but withno water or love
we have no stature
we are sporn
we grow and search
we enjoy our sun
we do have fun
but like all
we have frosts
make us cold
autumn breeze makes us bold
we come awake
we smell the air
saying lifes pretty fair
spring comes
bees playing
birds laying
but I am still staying
summer comes
the heat
I cant beat
need love
need water
I will die without either
I will wilt
go brown
I will just fall down
you may step on me
and have no care
but I was the the Lone
you saw borne.
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