A seed laid to rest underneath the soil

In dark and cold, Throbbing in fear

Rain comes and wets the land

Squirming seed starts up to sprout.

A shoot stir the soil

Like a peeping Tom from the land

Staring at the vast horizon

Gleaming at the sun so high

Air and water nurture it

And seed evolves into a sapling

Garbage fertiliser nourishes it.

The sapling switch into a plant

Becoming strong, head held high

It comes to be a tree, touching the sky

Blossoms with Flowers turning into fruits

Feed the men with taste and variety.

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