The seedlings stow

In warm loam the seedlings stow
Waiting for the spring to grow
Their time will come, I know, I know

Each new spring ray does coax
A new vine among kinfolks
Until from gravity, unyokes

The stem grows tall
A tree of beauty that can enthrall
So it stands, above it all.

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