For a seed to fall and flower,
A blossom must fruit and wither;
For that flower to bloom and prosper,
The soil must nurture,
The skies must whimper.
For a child to exist there must be a mother;
For that life to have laughter,
That mother must foster.
To live the brighter future,
Many chose now to suffer.
To run just a little further,
One would sacrifice another.
©emily_cjw
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