Growth
Is there any among us who does not change with the setting sun?
Who is frozen in life?
Oh, yes, oh, yes.
But inside the cells are dying,
Cells are developing,
Things forgotten and memories made,
Till change is here
Like the thrust of green where all was dirt before.
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