Spring
The rains of Time
Shower
Upon the garden of Essence
From which
Our very Existence buds.
Fruits of Knowledge
Litter the loam,
Often passed.
It is everywhere, but rarely taken.
But those wise enough to harvest it
Gain the seed
To Potential.
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