(poems go here) A beginful past to a new way

As a seed falls from that of such wisdom,
Begins a journey of its kingdom,
As it begins to grow,
It must seek what doesn't know
The seed faces lots of hardships,
As it find even more friendships,
The seeds growth is stunning,
From its pain it learns to be cunning,
Time goes on and the young seed begins to form,
Looking at when it was born,
Thankful as to steadily flourish
Coming soon to when it shall nourish,
The time draws near when its path shall come,
To leave its seed where it was from'
Times have changed so has they,
The new has yet to come but is on it way.