The life of a seed starts when you see its roots,
They grow deep down into the earth crust,
Structure similar to veins, they carryout same functions,
Out of sight but never out of might,
Works in the shadows we enjoy her hardwork,
Never giving up always putting in her all,
Unimaginable strength she carries all the load,
Little or no appreciation she never complaints,
Her unconditional love shapes joy unto all faces,
Strengthens her connections and keeps them solid,
Every life you see goes back to the roots.
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