In the belly of its mother,
The seed, once nourished, grows stronger,
Flourishing with the good weather,
And without, just taking longer.
One day it sprouts out from the earth,
Fragile green spot against the world,
For itself creating a hearth,
Withstanding all that’s, towards it, hurled,
Reaching far up for the heaven,
To devour light so craven,
In its life, many trials cleared,
From birds and insects, a threat looms,
And there is always to be feared,
From the day it’s born ’til it blooms.
Not my best work, but it’ll have to do… x)