Seedlings of change

Nothing stays the same

Even if I hold it tightly

Whisper “please don’t change”

Time defies me

Life reminds me

That we are sons and daughters of seeds sewn long ago

We live to turn our faces to the sun

Grow into the best we can become

And in turn

Sew on

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