The Journey of a Seed
Once, in the hush of the earth’s embrace,
a seed lay waiting—small, unseen,
a whisper of life in a cradle of soil,
dreaming of sky-bound things.
The rains came soft, then fierce and wild,
urging it forward, calling it forth.
With trembling roots and silent will,
it broke the shell of its beginning.
Upward it rose, a fragile sprout,
green with longing, tender with hope.
Each sunbeam a guide, each shadow a test,
each breeze a voice of distant wisdom.
The seasons turned, and so it grew—
branches unfurling like outstretched hands,
some bold, some twisted, some reaching far,
each one a path, a story, a truth.
One bore leaves that shimmered like gold,
another held blossoms kissed by dawn.
Some stretched toward storms and bore their weight,
others danced lightly with the wind.
Yet all were part of the same strong trunk,
rooted deep in the knowing ground,
woven with time, sculpted by trials,
standing tall in its becoming.
And so the seed, now tree, now home,
whispers to the earth once more:
”The journey is long, the road unknown,
but every branch is a step toward the sky.”