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The Cycles of the Forest


The smallest golden seed fell from the tallest tree

And the forest came alive.

The healthiest patch of soil caught the smallest golden seed

And the forest sighed.

The cutest little root grew from the smallest golded seed

And the forest cheered.

The cutest little root stretched into the healthiest patch of soil

And the forest held its breath.

Time passed.

The smallest golden seed grew into the greenest little sprout

And the forest exhaled.

The greenest little sprout grew into the tallest tree

And tallest tree let fall the smallest golden seed.  

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