The seeping seed seeps through the ground.
To an eternal spring.
Where blossoms a bloom into a daisy of spring.
Where plants grow free.
Where weeds play not in the garden they claim.
Where shallow hills fill the fields.
Spring forever stays.
Only for another place comes to fall away, will not stay.
The seeping seed seeps through the ground.
To an eternal spring.
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Simply fantastic! You've succeded in celebrating mother-nature in this poem. Thanks for sharing