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In the wind the seeds they are carried,
To where they will settle to breed,
Spontaneous some; and some married,
Will fulfil nature's spiritual need.
The Earth is changing and forming,
Mountains flow red to the sea,
Changes are revealed every morning,
And so there are changes in me.
I see all the young thriving blossoms,
In the summer; when the weather is cold,
As my heart loses strength in my bosom
For with change I am now growing old.
And I see leaves from a close distant cousin,
Like confetti rain down in my soul.
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