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With no defined destination
The bounty of flowering seeds
Scatter with purpose to the four winds
In unnoticed

From radicle to root,From plumule to sprout,Using the protein in the cotyledons,The tiny seed sprouts

From the seeds we learn our needs
A seed for a weed will grow anywhere
A seed for food must be tended

Dormant little pods, waiting to be planteda thousand to one, life to be grantedInto the soil, we scatter

Plant them and they will grow,bursting into a melodic flow,a golden palette of shaded greens,so nature's

Put one little seed
in each little hole,
I tell you.

Clumsy fingers try
but soon decide that
all the seeds

At nine years old,
the world became a garden
of possibilities.

One day I was eating an apple out on the

I was a child
No more than four
Perched on my mother's knee

Brown eyed and wild
Hands wanting more
She gave

SeedsIf treatedWith respectFrom The groundThey will riseTo surprise youIf the are tulipsThey world

Planted along the path of life as he strolled along
some to die, others to live on
the seeds of attitudes,

Her hands lay open

with her seed to share

with her glorious knowledge

her beauty her care

though we

Buried

In a shallow grave

Hidden

From birds

Searching eyes

For them to live

First came death

Come rain

Water and love

Our most basic needs

We need to be cultivated

We are harvested seeds

Starting with

We planted them with love
into what we hoped was fertile ground
Watering them daily
their roots grew abound

Some

It started as a tiny seed

Inside an earth,

Which soon would bleed.

Bleed it did,

More than

We all desire the freedom
That only nature can savor.
But denying nature itself,
We wait for something

No one ever said that growth was
going to be easy.
Do the seeds like
the feeling of
rapid expansion,
tearing

There are seeds we like to chew on

There are seeds we love to plant

There are seeds in watermelon

That