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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