Sitting out in the dirt I plant a seed,
Water it well, wait for a while to see.
What else could such a small thing ever even need?
How big will you grow, as big as a tree?
The sun ceremoniously faces
toward the ground where you lie beneath the soil
buried. Crushing weight keeps you in some places
you never thought you would - enduring toil!
Is it worth it in the end? Drought, weeds, rocks
but you are no stranger to trouble so
on you strive. Cracking the hard outer blocks
that once protected what you aim to sew.
The ground that held you in, now pushes out
Supporting the stem, which takes its own route.
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