The Seed
Now, we are not as fortunate as our predecessors
Bundled with debt; fixated on love, life is now but a stressor
Though,as many challenges we may face, we still seem to embrace
Our small fortunes in life, adversity manifests grace.
Ignorance does not recognize the tragedy in one’s struggle
Romance, however, notices a log’s warmth under the mantle.
It senses the beauty and the passion of fire in the heart
The desire to become and dream; all we need is a spark.
For to spark is to light, and to light is to glow
We are but a seed. We need water to grow.
This poem is about:
Our world