Seed

A seed planted in the decaying body brings you through a journey of growth from decay.
It takes root in the heart and sprouts from damp earth in the early fall.
Vines giving life to blooms of mourning glories.
A lachrymose rainfall pours like tears of the dysphoric.
These tears give life it's first breath.
Winter then comes and the blooms of glory wilt and once more are returned to where they began.