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.