seed [a poem]

A small little seed, she couldn’t wait to grow,
nestled deep in the soil, filled with trust & trow.

She believed in the water, she believed in the sun,
the little seed was confident that her day would soon come.

But days turned to weeks, and weeks into months,
she thought when she bloomed, it’d be quick and at once.

She felt disappointed, and a little frustrated,
but she couldn’t give up, so she wished and she waited.

Reflecting on why it was taking so long,
she realized her roots, they weren’t very strong.

So she switched her focus to her foundation,
she strengthened her base through meditation.

With intention and patience, she started to blossom,
it felt really good, you could even say awesome.