A basket full of fruits,
Juicy, fresh and a lot,
Harvested from those trees,
Planted by the ancestors,
The visionaries,
a few baskets are full,
can procure the seeds,
to plant again in future,
Alas, many baskets are empty,
the seeds are dormant,
waiting for the loving hands.
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the seeds are dormant, waiting for the loving hands Lovely message. Let's plant some more.