The Seed
A tiny seed, so small and brown,
Lay sleeping in the earth's soft crown.
It dreamed of sun and gentle rain,
And growing tall, with leaves of green.
The wind blew softly, whispering low,
"Awake, my friend, it's time to grow!"
The sunbeams danced, a golden hue,
And whispered, "Little seed, we're waiting for you!"
The tiny seed, with strength untold,
Reached for the sky, its story to unfold.
It pushed through darkness, brave and bold,
And blossomed into beauty, bright and gold.
For even things that seem so small,
Can reach for greatness, and rise above all.
So let us learn from this tiny seed,
To dream big dreams, and plant the seeds we need.