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When I was twenty, I was a seed
buried in the soil waiting for
moisture and warmth.
When I was thirty, I was the
parched earth waiting for the
monsoons to green me.
When I was fotiy, I was a
changing leaf waiting for a
wind to blow me
to the earth.
When I was fifty, I was a snow
covered plant waiting for the
thaw to put my seeds in the soil.
When I was feeling depressed,
my soul was waiting for a new
season to nurture it.