Slow Growth

In the quiet earth, a seed is sown,

Its journey to the light unknown.

No rush, no haste, it takes its time,

Rooting deep, inching toward the climb.

Beneath the soil, in darkness deep,

It gathers strength, though still asleep.

Each drop of rain, each ray of sun,

Nurtures the life that’s just begun.

Slowly, surely, it breaks the ground,

It knows that growth is not a race,

But a steady rise, a patient grace.

With every leaf, with every stem,

It reaches higher, undeterred by them.