I remember when the sun grew gardens inside my heart.
I formed the land and put my all into growing.

But the trees don't grow if the rain doesn't fall.
so i grew up always hoping
sometimes praying
for rain.

Rains came and some plants would blossom so beautifully while others would drown.
I always wondered if the plant had given up or if it was just a bad seed.

I've seen many droughts.
I determined it's the seed.

My first love was a bean sprout.
just out of the soil barely opening up its leaves.
I swore an oath that day that i'd keep it from the weeds.

The harvest came and my love had died.

I saved every seed of the first plant i ever grew and every year i plant one.

My love lives on through you, young cotyledon.