Poem: Believe Me, It’s Fine

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It still carries its roots, yet having a new form. A form different from the parent tree, And it's totally fine.

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When seeds are planted, they first grow roots. 

Once these roots take hold, a small plant begins to emerge

And eventually breaks through the soil;

It grows and matures.

Although it sticks to its roots

Yet gets its own branches,

That grow to give the most leaves the most light.

It gives rise to its own beautiful flowers

And sometimes flowers are cross-pollinated 

Which gives birth to a new generation

A generation which is a hybrid — It still carries its roots

yet having a new form

A form different from the parent tree

And it’s totally fine.

It changes and evolves

Takes on some other characteristics

It can retain or recreate the old

That is never quite the same thing, 

but it becomes a part of the new.

And it’s totally fine.

It still sprouts the inherited love

This is far more important than carrying characteristics.

Believe me, it’s fine.


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