I was a **** seed sown on an April breeze,
a year in and a year out,
blighted by the bigger things, shrubs and bush and pine and big trees-
i lay destitute in a drought
no sun shone upon me-
a shade all around of gray,
although the rain  made the grasses grow
and really tickled me.
I refused to grow
until I knew
that the withering brown
and grasses and trees would not poison my ground.
Until i saw your grace on the hill,
only then did i flower and sprout,
to bring you
a proud
flowering
shout..