A seed slept curled in Earth’s womb,
Hoping to see the light,
But the womb, parched and barren,
Was wallowing in its plight.
Then the seed felt an awakening,
It’s flickering hope shone bright,
A farmer lay fainted in exhaustion,
His tearlets falling in crevice.
A sapling sprouted in two days,
And a prayer to the sky, arose,
Smiled a yellow tenacious flower,
Intention to thrive, it chose.
The universe then conspired,
To bless him his desires,
The clouds came thundering together,
Oh yes did he bloom, if he so aspired.
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