A tiny seed in the dirt has nothing but hope.
It has a capacity to become a forest;
But it must first endure harsh realities of mother nature.
It goes through agonizing moments, a process of growth.
A disastrous course of action relating to a disarticulation period.
Something has to be birthed into existence.
The soil and the seed must be merged.
Its ordeals through what looks like rejection.
yielded and sacrificed.
Tossed into the ground and buried into the soil.
The severe heat degree it has to withstand in this silent grave;
In this lonesome place with a heavy darkness.
The seed must by all means withstand the crushing.
It fractures and splits, the shell must crack for the core to take root.
Slowly but surely.
After days, weeks, months of crushing
Just when it was getting comfortable with the tribulations.
The seed root must grow deeper, further into the heat of darkness.
Before it can strive to reach the light.
Just when you are about to quit and abandon watering the seed.
It deliberately by design begins to emerge on the surface to taste the sunlight.
A taste of victory, a breath of fresh air came at a high cost.
The tiny seed made it into the sunshine.
From dusk till dawn, it thrives under the sun rays.
Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain.
The tiny seed apocalypse.
It persevered for days to become an overnight success.
Growth has never been effortless, it requires endurance, a lot of tenacity and resilience.
seed time and harvest.
ntsako
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
A tiny seed in the dirt has nothing but hope.
It has a capacity to become a forest;
But it must first endure harsh realities of mother nature.
It goes through agonizing moments, a process of growth.
A disastrous course of action relating to a disarticulation period.
Something has to be birthed into existence.
The soil and the seed must be merged.
Its ordeals through what looks like rejection.
yielded and sacrificed.
Tossed into the ground and buried into the soil.
The severe heat degree it has to withstand in this silent grave;
In this lonesome place with a heavy darkness.
The seed must by all means withstand the crushing.
It fractures and splits, the shell must crack for the core to take root.
Slowly but surely.
After days, weeks, months of crushing
Just when it was getting comfortable with the tribulations.
The seed root must grow deeper, further into the heat of darkness.
Before it can strive to reach the light.
Just when you are about to quit and abandon watering the seed.
It deliberately by design begins to emerge on the surface to taste the sunlight.
A taste of victory, a breath of fresh air came at a high cost.
The tiny seed made it into the sunshine.
From dusk till dawn, it thrives under the sun rays.
Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain.
The tiny seed apocalypse.
It persevered for days to become an overnight success.
Growth has never been effortless, it requires endurance, a lot of tenacity and resilience.
seed time and harvest.
ntsako
joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain. seed time and harvest.
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