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

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