I Am a Seed
I am a seed, sown without reason
But one thing i need, thus my season
i am hardly crashed and bruised
totally dampened with hate to the ground
but i wont give up
for i know my time will surely come
see the beautiful trees
they all had to pay price the same
to blossom as see themselves
so therefore i refuse to give up
because i know i aint going to die
for to sprout out bountifully
i will have to succumb to pain
so that i can be refined glittering as gold
this is my lot in this life,
if i want to enjoy, then i will have to endure
so as i endure the twine of pain
i only have one hope that
i am a seed, sown without reason
and one thing i need, thus my season
and in the brightness of this
i will be whole and be full of bliss.
Copyright © Jacob Osae | Year Posted 2013
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