Seeds
Sleep deep in protective soil,
Falling from the withered bloom,
Covered by the icy foil
Of winter’s seasonal tomb.

Grow outward and upward bound
Reach for the sky and warm sun,
Touch gentle rains soaking ground,
Fresh blossoms now are begun.

Gloom
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