Seeds

They are scattered in young minds
In fertile ground they decay.
They take root, watered in stormy
doubt-filled rain, and they grow,
Nurtured and pruined, they mature
to buds and blossoms, full.
Perfumed fragrances, for all to see,
Blossoms now faded, turned to seeds,
Scattered again in fertile young minds.

Seeds

Elizabeth  Cortez

Sheboygan, United States

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“Seeds” is a metaphor for the words of advices passed on from generation to generation.

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