An aimless seed
once brought forth a tree
which bore leaves of poetry,
and other seeds
which became windbreaks
and royal shade
and beggers' beds
and home
to all manner of life.
Some seeds became paper,
others never grew
and thus
became food.
I can tell you truly
that none were ever wasted
and not a one
have I ever regretted
or mourned for.
Not a single one.

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