Zander William Pearson

A seed is just that.
A small simple seed
With little a care
for size

Then why is it special?
It's not. Not yet.
Not 'till it touches
the skies.

But that takes some patience.
Just watch, just wait
Give it a little
Room

Give it some sun,
Give it some love,
And give it some time
To bloom

It doesn't take days
For a man to become
Strong, healthy
and wise

So it may not be
What some may expect.
Not 'till it touches
The skies

So small a seed,
So big a dream
How can they both
be true?

Give it some sun,
Give it some love,
And give it some time
To bloom.