PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The buried seed, asleep,

Under the dark earth, quietly dreaming,

Awakens to life, rising in bloom,

For the whole world to behold.

Consistent, it grows in strength and grace,

Transforms into fruit, giving without measure,

And in the child's mouth, it entwines,

The sweet taste that makes them smile.

The cycle of life in a simple gesture,

From the soil to the heart, a miracle emerging,

In simplicity, it reveals itself as beautiful,

The seed that, from death, blossomed.

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