I wrote this poem for my English project. See if you can guess what it's talking about:

The Offspring of the Great
    Start small
   Snuggling underneath warm blankets
When peeking from their comfort zone
    The Sun
    Is there to feed them
As the days grow old and the young mature
    They grow up on their own
    And join the multitude of brothers
Feel new life, producing
    Good Fruit
And a new story starts

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