The Enigma That’s A Seed
A seed
Tiny bead
Secrets I hold
In Cotyledon folds
On life's threshold
Keeper of generations three
Past, present and me!
Sunny kisses, cradle dewy
I awake bursting free
Unlike another, enigma am I
Growing giant, but beginning shy
Transform wondrously, but glory deny
Pushing through underground, reaching high
lasting on while decades die!
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