Poem : Seeds and Seers of Tomorrow

They are waiting

They are waiting in winter

They are warming

They are warming whiskers

They are fuming

They are fuming to feed fire

They are farming

They are farming fathoms

They are wired

They are wired by whistles

They are trembling

They are trembling by tremors

They are teething

They are teaming with tissues

They are beaming

They are beaming with bravery

They are the seeds of tomorrow

They are the seers of tomorrow

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