Planted was the seed
To grow and offer shade
Planted so to lead
And comfort for that day
Pushed deep by
The Farmers Into the richest of soils
Given love and armor
With hopes to be loyal
Pushed soundly by experienced hands
Gently starting the beginning
Of something so grand
Cozily in its shell the seed was living
Waking up to a secure environment
Satisfied with the boundaries
That the shell provided
And with its familiar surrounding
The seed, though, grew weary and
Anxious of its cushion
Wondering what lay where
The inside ended
Restless and stifled by its current situation
The seed debated the risk
Of a new location
And the strength it would consist
Wanting to be with the sun
To know of its greatness
To be with the one
That provided happiness
Enclosed the seed felt
And limited until it knew
It must push past its shell
It was then that it grew
It was then after doubt, and
The sensation of being lost
That it realized to be let out
Took more than it had already fought
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I remember this one!
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