561/523 [The seed]

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A wandering priest of ancient days did roam
Through fields of grass and rolling hills so grand
Their quest for knowledge led them far from home
To find the secrets hidden in the land 

One day, a seed they chanced upon the ground
A hard and dry and seemingly mundane thing
But something sparked their curiosity profound
And so they set their mind to studying

They planted, watered, waited, watched, and learned
About the magic of the tiny seed
How it could grow and flourish, newly spurned
From earth to plant, with all the speed of need

The priest was awed by what they came to know
And shared this wisdom far and wide they wentInspiring all who heard, and helping grow
A love of nature and its mysteries spent
So let us honor seeds, and all they bring
To nourish, flourish, and inspire us all.

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