The Seed

It is spring time,
I have looked for the perfect seed,
And I thought I had found it,
But with my clumsy hands, I have lost it.

I worry, I panic, even if I have so much time,
It is the seed I believe to be the one,
For my future garden,
To grow, before winter comes to claim all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

More of my mind.

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beautiful