My fingers sink into the the earth,
Warming shine nourished the ground,
By winter's grip softened it's fertile dirt,
Placing a seed where it's safe and sound.
By water and sand I soften the surface,
Over a layer of long wilted plants,
Favourable environment fulfilling its purpose,
To the young seedling a safe voyage grants.
Once it has risen to world of luminescence,
it's bright leaves will sway like knowledge filled pages,
Under sun blooming, embracing it's essence,
Like a poem progressing through wondrous stages.
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