How incredible it is to think
That winds of fleeting permanence
Brought you, a tiny seed, to sink
Into earth rich in influence,
Hope, doubt, and fertile fear
And buried in the dark, desolate ground
With only your haunting thoughts to hear
You, an unassuming seed, found
Water from the sky, seeping
Filling in your holes, leaving you soaked
To think, all that time you spent weeping
The tears that poured were the liquid gold
That would eventually pair with that lush, hearty dirt
And healing warmth cascading from above
To destroy every ounce of that which made you hurt
And to fill every corner of you with so much love,
So much nerve, tact, drive, and grit
That all you could possibly do was grow
And so, you grew, up and out, up and in
Out of the numbing darkness, into the muddled show
Beyond the soil that had kept you safe
You burst into the air that you’d cowered beneath
And witnessed reality in all its grace
For all its flaws, at last unsheathed
You grew tall and wide
You grew fast and straight
And one day, it was impossible to hide
The truth became known to all, you were great
It’s a story of fairy tale proportions
Told over campfires and bedtime wishes
That through chaos, adversity, pain, and distortion
A small seed of hope became a great flower of ambition
And when they ask you to recount your story
They’ll ask to whom you credit
Your growth that led to such glory
And you’ll say without thinking a second,
“How incredible it is to think,
The winds of fleeting permanence,
Brought me, a tiny seed, to sink
Into earth rich in influence.”