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.
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