Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Plants

Fresh plants seep through old soil
Green tips poking past all burden
The seeds of parents last long
Its only once we grow through
Above all the dirt weight above
WE finally see the light of day
And grow as our own like plants
Anchor to the hardships of life above ground
We are more like plants than assumed
Now decide what type of plant
You wish to be

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