BEHOLD! You are in the presence of power. Shaken from the core, A young seed observes Grown aged trees And marvels at their branches Spread all over wide Like wings! Casting their shadows over her bud As their fruits grow and ripen And drop like bombs Thud! Thud! THUD!
The soil whispers: “You have two choices; Aspire to inspire! Go and grow! Or sink deep Into the void And cry From down below.”
A root bursts out And the seed clings to the soil. “Uplift me!” She begs, “Don’t leave me here to spoil!”
Sometimes we are intimidated by the success of others and forget that they were once just like you.