Inside a seed
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a thread of life winds oh so aimlessly
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from breech to breech
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and in between
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to rise
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and blossom oh so gently toward the sky
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to catch the eye
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of passersby
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the colors fade
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into duller days
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with bleak terrain
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Life will bloom so delicately
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right before our eyes we see it clearly
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passing time slips oh so quickly
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out from under rolling skies
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Inside a seed
|
a thread of life winds oh so aimlessly
|
|
from breech to breech
|
and in between
|
|
to rise
|
and blossom oh so gently toward the sky
|
to catch the eye
|
of passersby
|
|
the colors fade
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into duller days
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with bleak terrain
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when a cycle strays
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from dark alleys
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for fear of change
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Tides will rise while mountains crumble
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In the end the earth will tremble
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Life will bloom so delicately
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right before our eyes we see it clearly
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passing time slips oh so quickly
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out from under rolling skies
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And we'll resign
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to the dirt to reside
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'til the earth can unwind
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and stand still for all time...
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Walking On The Ceiling Of The Sky
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| Adelphi |
