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Planted Seeds

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I planted some seeds
I watched them grow
They got stronger each day
They are flowers now
The petals are vibrant
They’ve come to life
They blow in the breeze
They reach up to the light
Independent and free
They stand so tall
Bask in the sun
From the early morn
As the night time comes
They go to sleep
Until the next new dawn
And the little birds tweet
Then they rise again
Looking proud as can be
I’ve planted a seed
Is there a flower in me?
.......Let’s see

© curiousdud3 08/2020

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Comments

Philipos

Sun 9th Aug 2020 19:38

AH flowers - ever the euphemism for beauty and growth, or even tragedy and loss as in McCrea's, Flanders Fields, where the poppies blew row on row, between the crosses of the fallen in that dreadful earlier war around the Somme and western front and where the larks still flew bravely in spite of all the chaos and the mayhem.

Enjoyed your poem. P. ?

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