How does a seed that's been planted for so long,
Have not yet a moment to sprout?
But why, this little seed, should I doubt?
With no water, food, or sunlight,
Why should this seeds days be reflected upon night?
Night after day; Day after night
Work after work, this seed put up multiple long fights.
When will this long battle end?
So that this seed can sprout and be free on land.
Unique and beautiful this seed will grow
To reproduce and build more knowledge to know.
But there is a shortage in the water, food, and sunlight.
How much longer can this seed put up this dreadful fight?
I ask, in the name of the seed.
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