If there is Life
There is Death
They're intricately
Tied together
The seed is sown
The shoots germinate
With Life and grow
The heads form grain
In time mature
Then they are harvested
And the plant dies
But the harvested seeds themselves
Carry the potential
Of future Life
If sown
Or may feed
Present life
If milled into flour
Life then Death
Then Life then Death
The necessary cycle
And essence of existence
Whose fragile balance
And uninterrupted flow
Must not be disturbed.
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