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Quiet your thoughts
Free from the tremors
That disturb the soil
You’ll discover the seed
From which all grows
Roots, shoots, and leaves
There is no separation
Even a severed limb
Grows again in the same soil
Comes from the same seed
Entwines with established roots
The kindest grandmother knows
Nothing is lost when she waters
The garden of another
When winter comes
You will return to soil
Knowing spring follows winter
Birth follows death
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