A Lonely Reminder...

because i am a seed
i sprout
i make the bud
and then
i flower facing the
sun
i grow and
i reach the apex
of time and i
know what follows
next is
the wilting of
my flowers
the rotting of
my roots
until i am gone
i know
i shall be back again
into nothing

the seed in me comes
again
i know

i know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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