A smiling, blossoming seed takes the form of a plant,
And from that plant’s embrace, a new seed is born again.
From seed to plant, and plant to seed once more—
Such is the quiet, endless rhythm of life’s cycle.
Life, too, is woven with its own strange mysteries;
Not every turn is simple, not every path runs straight.
Autumn arrives in its own season,
Yet sometimes branches betray us before their time.
Who truly belongs to whom in this world?
Even from the same root, everyone grows with a different identity.
~ Dawn
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