Within a seed, a microcosm is hid.
An entire world’s potential awaits bid.
Bid of sun and bid of soil,
It shall obey without great toil,
Till with its flowers and leaves it makes us glad.
Within a seed
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Within a seed, a microcosm is hid.
An entire world’s potential awaits bid.
Bid of sun and bid of soil,
It shall obey without great toil,
Till with its flowers and leaves it makes us glad.
How my heart sings 