A seed I am,
A notion perhaps,
Or am I something more.
The wellspring of a thought,
The consignings of belief,
Or the conclave of ideals.
Born to construe,
Planted to grow,
Or left to endeavour.
The constrainings of chance,
The parodies of fate,
Or the fulfillment of destinies.
Instilled by life,
Conditioned by knowledge,
Or evolved intrinsically.
A planted tree,
A weed some doubt,
Or overgrown shrubbery.
Watered by experience,
Enriched by dreams,
Or cajoled in a nursery.
A seed I am,
A seed indeed,
The portends of the times,
The maturing of this age.
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