Tiny Seeds

Oh little ones.

You are tiny, so tiny, embryonic and alive, 
and the ground from which you grow is like a blanket, 
Making a bed for you to lie beneath.  
There your journey begins. 
What has been destined for you? Who charmed your making,
and gave you powers to rise from the earth so resplendent and bold? 
Do you, like me, toil with growing pains 
And ever wish to remain hidden ‘neath the dirt, unchanged?
or, to the rain, soil, and sun, do you gracefully surrender,
and take delight in your becoming?