A Seed

A seed is but so simple and small,

we did not think much of it at all.

But beneath the quiet light blue sky, 

its hidden dreams begins to sigh.

The sun, the rain, the earth it lays,

ignites that spark just like a flame.

Desire to grow in hidden dreams, 

unfold in time just like a beam.

A forest sleeping deep inside,

our quiet trust begins to guide.

Be patient, don't rush, just let it be,

for we are potential, be kind and see.