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Seed, the potential rush of thriving life,
Housing a tree in its sheathed covers,
Nourishing it with essences over and over,
Making it bear eruptive copies of life,
Their petals perish elated akin to serne basil's sailing the horizons.

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Weed, a life born to be plucked,
People see not its potential within,
Hoe it to their need leaving it wrecked,
Caring it not taking to grave so sudden,
Their sepals weep for their banished eruption yet again.

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Rhyme scheme: ABBAC|DEEDC

Belief Behind:

Seeds are pampered and weeds are ploughed. Least people care how it can be given such a statement without any second thought.

Mytho-element

Basil's sailing horizon: Refers to the keeping of Basil leaf the body of dead to help them attain liberation.