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Cycle of Love


Once there was this little seed.

It was no bigger, than a bead.

It fell upon a soft bed of dirt

and mother nature began to work.

Many changes, this seed shall see

before it turn into, what it is meant to be.

 

Once there was this beautiful tree,

with limbs long, and full of leaves.

Where birds gather and bugs live

to the very air, that it freely gives.

Time will pass, as nature takes place

and brings us to the ending race.

 

What once was a seed, then a tree

has long, lost shape and limbs fall free.

As it grows old, the bark is broken

seeds for leaves never opened

What once was so beautiful and alive

has cease to breathe, grow and thrive.

 

But from this death, there shall be love

because in life, down below to up above

we leave imprints and loving seeds of life

to take away the pain of loss and end our strife

because seeds do fall, and life continues to grow

through the ones we touch the most

and the things we love and know.

 

Once there was this little seed,

that will grow from the death

of once a beautiful tree.

For the cycle of love is a beautiful sight

to believe, to know and to be just right

you have to nurture and protect it

with everything in you.

So the love that you give it

will always be true.
Written by Samatha6971 (Samatha-TheFallen-)
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