A bantam black seed in spring is planted
Through the lingering green season, it grows
In summer its true glory is granted
Though in the torrid yellow, the plant knows
It feels no fear at the chill of fall
Although in the red season, it shall wilt
And despite the urge to fight and forestall
Winter comes, and it returns to silt
Men and women are not so different
We have clement summer and spring, our youth
In aging autumn we fear the white tyrant,
Humanity need worry less of strife
To appreciate the green gift of life
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
A bantam black seed in spring is planted
Through the lingering green season, it grows
In summer its true glory is granted
Though in the torrid yellow, the plant knows
It feels no fear at the chill of fall
Although in the red season, it shall wilt
And despite the urge to fight and forestall
Winter comes, and it returns to silt
Men and women are not so different
We have clement summer and spring, our youth
In aging autumn we fear the white tyrant,
Humanity need worry less of strife
To appreciate the green gift of life
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