Like A Plant

Like a Plant, I grew from a seed. Planted. By my father. And just like a Plant, Out of my Mother I sprouted. I knew my Farmer. Some Plants don't. Mothers pollinated by an estranged Bee. The plants like Me, Dark... Is the beginning, Sprouting from a Blackness only few comprehend. The ground giving way to no light. Yet Like a Plant, I Sprouted. My Roots. Grounded. Held in place by the firm hands of my Mother Earth, And my Farmer. But Farmers must tend to their, Earth... Always giving, Full of Nutrients.  And with these Nutrients Like a Plant, I Grow. The Wind, HARSH. The Rains, BRUTAL. Held firm by the Earth... Like a Plant, I Grow.

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