The Journey of a Single Seed

A single seed, so small, so pure,
Lies in the earth, a heart unsure.
It dreams of skies, of sun and rain,
Of rising high from soil’s reign.

The winds will whisper, soft and sly,
And carry it through lands so wide.
Through fields where flowers once did bloom,
Through barren lands where none find room.

First, it rolls on rocky ground,
A harsh and jagged, stony sound.
The seed trembles, weak and small,
But deep within, it hears the call.

It digs its roots, so firm, so tight,
To anchor deep and face the night.
For though the soil is harsh and cold,
A spark within refuses to fold.

The sun it seeks, the light it craves,
To rise above the darkened waves.
Through barren hills and storm-swept plains,
It endures the wind, the drought, the rain.

It climbs through cracks, it stretches wide,
Its leaves unfurl with gentle pride.
A bud emerges, soft and green,
A promise of what’s yet unseen.

In valleys deep and mountains tall,
It finds its way, it stands through all.
For every challenge, every scar,
Is part of what it’s meant to are.

Through gentle rains, through fiery heat,
It learns to stand, to feel its feet.
And in the quiet of the dawn,
The seed becomes the blossom drawn.

A flower blooms, with petals bright,
A symbol of the day and night.
For in the journey, slow and long,
The seed became both weak and strong.

It’s not the end, but just the start,
A journey made within the heart.
For growth is not a simple creed—
It’s in the journey of the seed.

 - Khushi Kaul