POETRY

The Seed

like the tree from the burned forest
I learned to grow from ashes and dust
find my way up to see the sun
with little help from my surroundings
I’ve been trampled, and crashed
to the deepest dirt of the earth
but like a weed from the mountain
I carried on, keep my root on the ground
then eventually find my way back
to the top and to the light
some want to keep me below the ground
crashing me with everything they got
but they forgot to take the seed in me
buried inside, keeping me alive
a seed that grows in any surroundings,
survive in all kinds of weather
a tiny seed that carries not just my foundation
but also my hopes and my dreams
from that small form will sprout a new version
wiser and stronger than before
watch me grow!

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