Growth

By Gary Barton
I’m a seed on a certain quest
To be part of your garden
Just dig a hole and spare a chance
So my growing can begin

My growing limits are not promised
I could grow til’ sky high
As long as my roots have room,
I’ll give myself a try

With time being my medicine
And the Seasons as my rivals,
Your patience is all I need
In the moment of survival

Again, my growth is unlimited
There are still more things to do
As long as you provide for me,
I won’t stop blooming for you

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