True Love

Beauty in form and colors astounding

Growth and strength of all in seed

Tree and daintiest flower, all begin the same

Seed of life, of growth, of change

Bulb trembles inside before birth of shoot

Claws branching out, reaching for sun

On surface, tendril peeks through

Bursting through with rapid growth

shoot, to stem, to bud, to bloom

Some grow slow, longevity their goal

others speed through, a wavering thing

Time for each is as it is

You cannot rush for want of flower

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