The Mistress of Word Play

We are kindred spirits we walk this path alone.
Watching flowers grow from the seeds we've sown.
We learn from our past mistakes
and do whatever things that it takes
to finish life's race.
Sometimes the seeds tend to drown and die
and others grow serenely to touch the sky
and one day show their face.

We can learn much from those tiny seeds
for they as we seem to have the same needs.
They require warmth, care, and protection
the right amount of light, and lots of affection
to reach their goal.
People require the same things as seeds
We have similar wants and the same needs
for the caring of the soul.







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