Tiny vessels of endless dreams,
Buried deep beneath the earth,
They hold within unspoken schemes,
Awaiting their moment of birth.
Each seed a world, a story untold,
With roots that yearn to touch the sky,
Through storms and sun, both harsh and bold,
They strive, they grow, they never die.
Beneath the soil, in silent night,
They gather strength, embrace the dark,
Until the dawn, with gentle light,
Ignites their spark, ignites their spark.
In fields of green, they dance and sway,
A testament to lifeâs grand plan,
From humble seed to bright bouquet,
The journey of each seed began.