A poem that incorporates repetition and is about rebirth. This is a cascade poem.
A seed is buried in the ground:
Potential life that seems to die
Is getting ready for rebirth.
Preparing soil for planting:
In hopeful anticipation
A seed is buried in the ground.
And autumn leaves turn brown and red,
Fall to the ground and leave trees bare:
Potential life that seems to die.
Keep calm; exhale the frigid air,
Remember that nature’s cocoon
Is getting ready for rebirth.
Wonderful to think of a seed buried really almost like a body. Thank you.
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Nice circle of life here. I like the way you begin with the beginnings of life and end with the ending of life.
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Nice use of repetition, and I love the theme.
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Nicely done.
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Beautifully encapsulated! ❤️
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