Listen,
To,
The,
Words,
I can't conceive the nucleus of all,,
Begins inside a tiny seed,
And what we think as insignificant,
Provides the purest air we breathe,
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being,
For these are but a few discoveries,
We find inside the Secret Life of Plants,
A species smaller than the eye can see,
Or larger than most living things,
And yet we take from it without consent,
Our shelter, food, habilment ,
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being,
For these are but a few discoveries,
We find inside the Secret Life of Plants,
But far too many give them in return,
A stomp, cut, drown, or burn,
As is they're nothing,
But if you ask yourself where would you be,
Without them you will find you would not ,
And some believe antennas are their leaves,
That spans beyond our galaxy,
They've been, they are and probably will be,
Who are the mediocrity,
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being,
For these are but a few discoveries,
We find inside the Secret Life of Plants,
For these are but a few discoveries,
We find inside the Secret Life of Plants
By Stevie Wonder from the album "Journey Through the Secret Life of Plants",
The Church of Stevie Wonder Store
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