from a seed into a flower,
a catepillar to a butterfly.
life surrounds us,
and keeps going by.
without any hesitation,
without any warning,
we learn how love,
and then begin mourning.
the rapid waters run,
and the fierce wind blows,
things seem so bad,
but this is an all time low.
we pick up and start all over,
building up where life used to be.
the memories stay in our mind,
but the pain we always see.
we become stronger,
and a more unified whole,
but are prepared for the future,
bearing scars down to our soul.
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