Planting seeds, forward on I go
Uncertain incubation
troubled spirits
a soul that's lost it's way
no need for approval
as you jump far from the wolves that kept you at bay
Nourish it forth, as you gently dance upon their "graves"
Waste not, want not
Strong euphonic you,
with a voice that beckons the Spring
no more tears
the rain has passed
the public's domain shall have it's say
With the arrival of the Sun
tiny seedlings search for life
and from the darkness once embraced
the warmth calls all onward
for it's a brand new day.
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