Out there upon the beaten path
A seed seeks the great joy of life.
Living a time of troubled strife,
With out the rations to grow fat.
Jealous of soil wealthy brothers,
Enjoying a life of richness.
Able to live in total fitness,
Living like their older mothers.
However we may not despair it
For all is not lost to the seed.
When all you need to do is breath;
Live fine and healthy and grow fit.
So content yourself with the luck,
That all you need in life is muck.
Please tell me what you think
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That is adorable. I like it
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though, unless i'm mistaken, i think you forgot the "e" on the end of "breathe" in the 3rd line of the 3rd stanza,
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