A Single Seed
A seed I plant, it wilts at first,
And less encouraged by the soils thirst.
Wind whispers over its cosy roof;
The dirt, a blanket, though somehow aloof,
It stretches its legs, and reaches up high,
Crawls out from under, wincing at the sky.
The sun shines down, it’s blinding rays,
While the seed grows up and round all ways;
It doesn’t care how bright the sun may shine
As it sees the tree tops and starts to twine.
The peek is its purpose, the reason, the point.
Though its needs are simple, with water I anoint,
It climbs with might, no need for pep;
It finds its own way, step by step.
Never did I see such bravery,
Than a seed which strives in slavery.
It stops at nothing, no tears for attempt,
And its flourished green marks its content,
Eventually it reaches heavens door;
This is the reason it was planted for.
I wish I had to strength to achieve,
The courage not to cry and the vigour to believe
Like every seed that’s planted here,
Still, I mark tries with moans and a tear.
But the wind dries my cheeks and the ground supports my weight,
I’ll find another way, tomorrow’s another day, I refuse to give in to fate.
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