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When a seed falls in the soil,

it dies, decays, regenerates,

and then find a space to pitch its tent,

it then springs out of the soil.

As a tiny, lifeless plant,

does it appear at first glance,

but as a strong fruitful tree does it grow to be,

drawing strength from the sun - the symbol of hope.

As the seed that became a tree,

so we are, with dead dreams,

dreadful visions, uncertain paths,

but we will rise again with strength.

We will rise, as the sun rises,

we will draw our strength from the sun, like photosynthesis,

our dead dreams will be restored with life,

our dreads shall become straight paths to thread on,

Fallen we may be, but we will rise again.

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Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.