The seed came from good tree, the day the wind blew,
the tree shook, the fruit dropped, got picked up and chewed.
The seed then got spat out and thrown on the ground,
and with dust got swept away, and was never found.

Through time then, the sun shone, the seed now exposed,
Got dried and got trampled and thus the Earth closed;
And on it fell leaves and dung, sun and rainfall,
around it mud, grass, bits and creatures that crawl.

But unlikely as it seems, through all of this strife,
The seed in the land of the dead found new life!!
And she sprouted some roots and in wisdom and mirth,
she fastened these roots firmly into her Earth,
The Earth that had fed her and sheltered her when;
No one could have pictured her living again,
And in gratitude and maybe because of the rain,
her lack of significance started to wane;
And she grew strength enough to come out from the soil,
with wisdom and courage she started to toil.

So you see all the things that were mostly designed,
To break her, now make her, it’s matter of time!!
Her shoots became stronger but with every inch,
that she grew, stronger too did she tighten her grip,
on the soil that encouraged her fed her and thus;
The seed ,once rejected was everything, but.

She's only a plant, now, and still the rain falls,
But she knows now it's purpose shall not make her fall,
The victim of circumstance, would you believe!

Now a picture of hope that can yet be achieved.