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my seed will rise
"All the flowers of all the tomorrows
are in the seeds of today.” —Indian Proverb
do not be sorry for my plight
though i am left for dead
these wings will one day find their flight
when earth and sky are wed
hard knocks are heaven's building blocks
discouragement the glue
when dreams tossed hard against the rocks
are covered by mildew
the butterfly when wings are new
must struggle on its own
to find its fulcrum though askew
it is by foul winds blown
thus buried deep beneath the dust
and trampled by fierce feet
my seed will rise above the crust
whereon the raindrops beat
© Copyright 2020 March 11
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
are in the seeds of today.” —Indian Proverb
do not be sorry for my plight
though i am left for dead
these wings will one day find their flight
when earth and sky are wed
hard knocks are heaven's building blocks
discouragement the glue
when dreams tossed hard against the rocks
are covered by mildew
the butterfly when wings are new
must struggle on its own
to find its fulcrum though askew
it is by foul winds blown
thus buried deep beneath the dust
and trampled by fierce feet
my seed will rise above the crust
whereon the raindrops beat
© Copyright 2020 March 11
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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