I am the seed

My job is done
I am now to wither
To merge with the soil
And feed the nether

From my nectar
Will rise the next
Drawn to me
They did the rest

My colour is lost
that was me indeed
I am not gleaming in the sun
I am in the depths, buried

I am withering away
Yet I am complete
I am not the flower now
I am the seed

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world

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