A new seed has gone under,
Sprouting with the touch of rain.
Shooting up with every thunder,
Swaying with the winds of vain.
Bustling with green energy,
The seedling aims high.
Rooting up itself firmly,
It wants the sky.
The tree watches down,
Glowing with pride.
On the small strides,
The seedling has tried.
The sky laughs,
Mesmerized by the adulation.
Pours its heart out,
Drenching the seedling with its devotion.
One day the seedling grows big,
Touching the skies as its wont.
Laughingly it throws down seeds,
To see the joy of life.
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