The Revolution of Things
As things wither away and die
we think about how we were when we were new
when we was the seed
the sprout
the stem,leaves
and the flower
things only last for a season
as in us humans
in other words just like a flower
we start as an egg
an infant
toddler
child
teen
and then adult
but when one dies
a nother is born
it just the revolution of things
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