Nothing is still
it flows with time,
to give and fulfill
it's worth and prime.
Like an ocean
of deeps beyond,
or life explosion
that in seeds are found.
Time is never tranquil
but a go steady on,
it's worth to fill
each growth under sun.
Like a wheel
that on earth is turning,
in its feel
and its learning.
Growth's born to be
like a flower,
in beauty to see
in its worth and power.
All is for a reason
to be and awake,
its time and season
life to make.
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