Nature needs to sustain its seed

  It begets   the cycle of  life

   To   bloom, to be, to wither  and die

To be born again  and lie  

     World  the stage ,that does  not age

The seat of seeds of love

 For  life  passes on , generations to come

 For animals, plants , the whole human race , 

 It is one and the same

   We  don t  own them

 Because they   come of us

 They come, they gauge

 Learn to sustain  

Progeny  are born of us

  But not really ours

  They are here for a cause

  For the  bigger  universe  

  They should be taught

   To be  righteous, ,

   In deeds and thought

   We are here to move  

   Life begets life

 For its own sustenance

 We come, to give something good!

Not  strife and hatred

For us to spread

 Is the seed of love