All micro to macro,
The seed like mother,
The child like father’s echo,
When it’s grown further,
All seedlings minute turn trees majestic when grow.
The seed is very great,
For it owns full life,
Breed all to regenerate,
To spread wide sans strife,
The sound of every race, sure to reverberate.
Published: METVERSE MUSE
92ND TO 95TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE: JUNE 2024
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