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A Seed

A seed does not stay the same.
If it did, it was stunted
& died.
A seed planted
In soil
Nourished,
Watered,
& fed;
Grows
Changes
& shifts
To it’s
Environment.
Growing, growing, growing.
The plants
Around
Infuriated
Trying to
Drown,
Strangle,
And quench
It’s need
To grow.
To quench
It‘s need
for more.
Jealous of 
it’s strength.
Trying to 
get ahead 
In their game.
When it’s clear 
on the outside 
looking in, 
that there’s more to 
life than 
their petty games.
Our leaves can’t turn 
green when games
are all that are played.
Too busy 
tying up knots.
Focusing on other’s
instead of 
trying to plant  
our own roots and grow out further 
Then we’ve ever been before, 
before there is too much to loose.

Copyright © Kendall Moon

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