Everything is full
Of Potentiality
In the seeding tray.
Cotyledons come alive
Sprouting into hopes and dreams.
Tiny plants tease thoughts
Of big bountiful harvests
Worthy of the work
From here to there, now to then.
So much comes from so little.
These trays grow easy.
Like tuning an instrument
Before playing songs.
Overtures are in the fruit
To be, after much practice.
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