The Womb of a Mother

Born into a world that's hard to bear, Trapped by the tree of life, with branches bare. But even in the darkest days, There's hope for a brighter tomorrow, in so many ways. We fought to be born, against all odds, Against gravity, disease, and other sperm that nods. Millions of others we outdid, Toughened by instinct, like a pachyderm, we did. But once we leave the safety of the womb, Our skin is soft, and love is what we consume. The real challenge comes, as we try to stay alive, But with milk and sustenance, our mothers give. So let us hold on to hope, and never lose our way, For even in the darkest days, a brighter future lies ahead, we pray.