Change within
In a sunflower field, roasted sunflower seeds in hand,
Satiating crunch, roasted , salted or bland,
While a similar seed bursts open in the earth's wet womb,
To push through the soils' tomb
And join its' fellow sun gazers
The seeds in my hand,their nascent life,razored,
Only food to sustain another , no longer can grow anything,
What a difference it makes,if the change is imposed,or springs forth from within.
--shubha
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