Don't worry about the noise,
the filth and the mud,
don't worry about the fear
that rises like a flood.
When you feel lost,
no light to be found,
remember the seeds
deep down underground.
Small seeds of kindness
are sown in the fall.
before winter's shadow
descends on us all.
For seeds thrive in darkness,
they stand through the storm,
they grow through the process
of life taking form.
And this life is yours
to shape and to mold,
to fall and to rise,
to live and behold.
Keep walking your path,
and looking above.
Keep planting the seeds,
and sending out love.
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