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The Seed of Growth

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A tiny seed, buried deep, — While slumbering, secrets keep.

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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