A Seed

Life is a turning flower, love is the growing seed,
To the sun the flower will turn, when the rain started it’s journey.
The flower blooms in the warmth and splendor,
Of bright summer skies.
In the winter, the flower dies,
Still, we remember its beauty.
Love is the flower, intention the seed;
What we speak in creativity, is the soul facing the sun.
Spirit is never wrong, in this truth there is perfection.
If you put the flower in a pot, you are not creating nature.
The flower needs freedom, space, earth and sky.
The flower is meant for all to experience,
Like you and I.
One day, the love may die;
But the beauty, lives on…

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