Time
The seed has gone through so much
All around are beautiful flowers
Some bigger than others
Some happier than such
In life you could of stacked the dominoes
One sometimes out of line
The chaos not oh so divine
When the wreckage can not be defined
Perhaps all the puzzle pieces were scattered
Time ticked for an answer
Vexing to put the pieces together
Didn’t know where to start
Now with all the confusion at rest
The flower can grow to its best
The darkness has gone away
The sun has come out to play
A bright light shines on the seed
Creating something in need
That’s oh so beautiful
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