There is a place exist apart from slandering lies.
Where you can be free from their sharp and pointy eyes.
In that very place there's a seed that live beneath the clouds.
Away from the loud and unruly mouths.
A seed that is conscious of his world underground
Where he consider it as his home; safe and sound
Protected by the soil and sheltered away from danger,
Where the seed prepares to witness the imminent weather.
As the sky roars and the clouds starts swallowing the light
The animals begin to run and hide from its might
As the water pours and rides with the gushing wind
Where it hits the crust and slowly flooding in.
The seed was surprised, but not for the weather
Its for the solitude he have, where hence he felt better
and so he use his time wisely,
where he, him and himself can spend quality time alone together sincerely.
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