In the darkness, a seed is called to light
While underneath the earth
Its life force bubbles over
It remembers it’s self-worth

Seeds they slumber deep
No sign they are alive
Feel dry and hard and brittle
They seemingly have died

Their will to grow is hidden
Within protective case or shell
The soil they have chosen
Will it nourish? Will it ****?

Potential overwhelms a seed
Desperate to debut
And despite the dark around it
Light eagerly pokes through

Green shoots of awakening spring
Unfurl, vulnerable and eager
They need both dark and light to thrive
For without one, we’d have neither.