A Seed

The tiniest part of a tree

Is sometimes hard to see.

I keep it in my hands, and

It slips from my finger's voids.

Look at these all little and big green lives

They are all born from a seed of an ant size.

It is interesting to observe

'How an origin has adequate strength to create a huge life.'

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A source is prepping for the journey

Putting it into the soil for growing.

A cycle is starting to turn into a green,

A life that is the reason for human lives.

I care every day with love

And am giving water, manure, and the rest is the sun's work.

After waiting impatiently for six days, 

At last, happiness comes out of the earth.

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A little shoot appears from a crack

Someone took a step ahead.

The tiny sprout is arriving for breathing,

Enjoying the weather and the surroundings.

I touch softly so as not to harm,

Eagerly waiting for its rigid palm.

I sit with it for a couple of hours,

I don't want to miss any moment by staying far.

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Notably, the shoot is changing into the stem

The roots are beginning to penetrate the soil

The branches are turning strong, tall, thick

They are starting to bear leaves.

An embryo forms a small young tree

Capable of holding its body.

Now, less maintenance it needs

It is full of greenery and its identity.

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In its adulthood,

New members are coming as flowers and fruits.

The family has another life inside

That holds something which is the cause of their own life.

At its peak,

The tree getting older and near to dying

But the basis of its presence has come into existence 

And kernel again, ready to become another tree.