Marvel at the tiny seed,
The power it is granted
Crusted by wide heavens
protected by the cloud
falls hard
goes deep
Underground.
It awaits in the dark
feeding on the the rain
that comes from above.
spreading its roots
holds on to its source
Till that second,
that moment,
it bursts out through the ceiling
out in the open light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem