Life

A seed starts in the ground
only if it is nurtured does it sprout out to kiss the sun
It grows into a bud that unfolds slowly.
its beauty adds to the earth for one glimmering moment.
After it's brightest glory the petals dance in the wind.
They once again meet the ground and return
To where they had come from in the Beginning.

by Lisa LaTrovato

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