She grew some wings and flew away.
He grew a tree and earned a friend.
The apple fell to find the one and only.
The vine reaches far and wide for the light.
You will find that the world might spin;
Just a little hastier if you give it a purpose.
To show you the beauty in the gaze.
The gaze of nature itself, reflected in the stars.
If only you would stop to watch it grow.
Let the color flow and create a river.
Yet black and white could give an ocean.
It does not have to be complex or simple.
Just a given word could give a twist.
The world can spin in the bitter silence.
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