Life of Seed
At the break of dawn, he kisses his mother goodbye,
For there was an adventure waiting for him outside;
Like a kit out of its burrow,
Seed walks out as if there is no tomorrow.
The breeze brushes through his small hands
Like falling grains of sand;
And Seed smiles at the Elder Tree
Who whispers, "To that way you'll flee"
Seed dashes towards The Forest of Truth
And to his surprise, he loses a tooth
"Help!" he shouts, for the vines have covered his eyes
And whispers hideous lies
In the distance, he sees a light
Beckoning him to choose the right
With a glimmer of hope, Seed breaks loose
And out of the forest he goes, dazed and confused.
With a loving hand, Seed caresses the aged trunk
And counts the million bands that have sunk--
For Seed has started to create bands of his own,
And a little taller he has grown
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