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Roots & Shoots

I am sure it is I
Who wants to achieve a high
I think, I plan, I do
Leaving nothing to clue

The quality, desire is all mine
I work even while I dine
And then a ring of the bell
My friend’s parents in our cell

Simple, smiling souls
He serves the dinner in bowls
The silence creates a noise
What happened to the poise?

It is in front of my eyes
The difference between the skies
That is just the start
Not even the main part

The contrast just grows
The time around me slows
I probably have very little to add
It is all because of my dad

With his vision in my eyes
My mom to remove the flies
I embark on this journey of life
Well sliced, but the knife?

It is all because of them
The green leaf and the stem
My act is just to follow
All else is absolutely hollow

Now I always know
Where do I get the glow?
Two people, two roots
Provided immense shoots 

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