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seed falls to earth, held
by its mother, gaining strength
to grow roots and bloom
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)


Comments (1)
captures the essence of a seed's journey, from its humble beginnings to its triumphant bloom. nice to read..........💗💗💗