A tiny seed, buried deep, While slumbering, secrets keep. But with the sun and gentle rain, Awakening begins again. Unfurling leaves, reaching for the sky, Each day a little bit more high. From humble roots, a strength will rise, Beneath the vast and open skies.
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The Seed of Growth
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A tiny seed, buried deep, — While slumbering, secrets keep.
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