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A seed

Blowing in the wind finds it's soil,

Penetrates deeply, slowly sprouting roots.

It makes it's appearance yet nobody pays attention.

Reaching towards the sun with all it's might

to make a difference, be noticed.



A tiny sapling

fresh tender and new.

Looking up eagerly at the others,

stretching to fit the picture



Halfway there

Strong, fertile, no longer reaching

but growing just the same



Finally.

The sun breaks through the shade,

saplings gaze at the trunk, strong and stable.



Falling like feathers

gently touching the ground,

The trunk leans against it’s younger companion.



Crashes to the ground,

helpless weak and stubborn

now left to decay



Making room for new life.