The Little Plant
April 4, 2023
The seed was sleeping for long underground
The little plant was captive in it,
Rain water awakened the seed
It helped the little plant to come out;
Little plant faced a good morning
Wind was blowing,
Grasses around were dancing
Flowers were blooming
Birds were singing
The sun was peeping
Sweet smell charmed the plant
In the soft sun light;
Today that little plant is a big tree
Fruits offering one standing free.
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