| Small like a drop of grain is the seed, And fragile as the mind of a child. It falls from the flower like rain drops fall from the sky, Landing so softly below. Like a mother, it holds a new beginning, Sheltering babe in its womb. It shall give birth and bring life into this world, Like a mind ready to grow. It awakens, yawning and stretching towards the sun's rays, And like the colors of the rainbow, It will bloom against the great blue sky. |