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Renewal
He sits quietly, alone,
At peace, a separate peace.
He breathes, listens, reflects,
Pondering how somebody
Who loved him so deeply
Could just be…gone.
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Like people, plants die too.
So runs the cycle of life—
When the gardener plants seeds
He has a vision, a dream,
A return for his efforts.
Whatever seed he plants
It will need space,
Room for shoots, for roots
To take hold and grow.
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Love is like a seed too.
The same rules apply—
Rule one is basic:
You get back what you plant.
Plant beans and you get beans.
Plant love and you get love.
So be careful what you sow.
Rule two is oft forgotten:
You get back more than you plant.
Why else would you sow?
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And so life goes on for him—
In the field and stream
Of fleeting and precious time.
Not free of fears but with courage,
As all gardeners must—
Planting and replanting love,
With hope.
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