Aged Nature
Starting small and completely fragile,
Covered with the earth, quite versatile.
A seed filled with life,
Soon to live in pleasure and in strife,
With the resources of Mother Nature,
This seed will soon become a still creature.
Watching what is and what has been,
It Laughs and moves along with the wind.
Throughout it's own territory,
It thrusts its loving arms,
Adorned with beautiful green charms.
The only limit being the sky,
This creature holds beauty miles high.
Holding sacred what is has taken and what is have given
This aged nature will live, spreading its hopes, and forever
being risen.
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