Where the Spirits soar
All the quest to be more
Get reduced to what is real
No longer shall this be concealed.


Sparkling green of thirst
Quenched leaves
Sway in the cool Spring breeze
As baby critters all emerge
And hungry squawks can be heard.
Deep inside my own
Seeds sprout,
Ready for me to let them out.

Question:  What seeds do you need to plant and where?


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