Seed that had to die to live

A seed falling unto the soil, Would soon learn its own tirelessly Effort to wiggle into its foundation. For, it was tossed to and fro By the mighty winds and rain Until, landing into a field prepared. For something within felt alive A drop of water had seeped through With a touch of warmth from the light. As if a new breath had filled its being The outer shell was becoming weak Of this fight coming from within A little arm one day, finally broke The outer shell to begin to dig. Which would bring a source of life For, the outer shell had busted open. This seed had died, that the embryo Might live and raise unto its purpose. As it started to rise towards the light, Eagerly awaiting from sunrise to sunset. Then, a snag was felt from its arm. What, is this thorn catching on To slow down its own effort There would be many more to come But a little more wisdom and understanding was given each occurrence. That, it would come to seek and know The true source that had been guiding. Growing past the thony patches and thickets, Into a full bloom of beauty To become what its purpose In this life was sown for.