A seed,
so small, yet creates beauty.
The rain pours down, down, down;
to bring nourishment,
to this small seed.
A seed that will bring elegance.
Sprout,
a sign of life,
life that is just beginning.
The sprout grows, grows, grows
it is becoming its full potential.
The little sprout grows into its full being.
A flower is formed;
so simple, radiating its beauty,
beauty that is soft, pure.
To the touch the beauty frails.
The petals wither
the stem decays.
One touch and all is lost,
the beauty
brought by
just a seed
is gone.
Another seed is left behind,
to form a new beauty,
a new flower.
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