From one acorn a massive oak will grow
The mighty river starts as but a stream
A drop of rain announces each rainbow
Each great advancement started as a dream
A childhood sweetheart once became a spouse
From little girl she grew to strapping lass
With timber and some nails we built a house
In which our goods and chattels to amass
To grow, there must be light and warmth, it's true
A flower turns its face towards the sun
Our lives were barren soil where nothing grew
You felt it too, I'm not the only one
To last forever never was our fate
You simply can't reap love by sowing hate
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| Writing Prompt |
A Poem in any style about growing ...a child , a plant, garden,feelings ...
Be as creative and imaginative as you can . You can even grow your own poem if you want. No restrictions on subject as long as it is about something (or someone) that grows. |
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