I am a seed of a fruit tree;

The dirty earth cradles me when I am but a grain of vulnerability, it knows of the secret of seedlings, a universe of potential rooted in its entirety, in history;

I dream of skies to reach, of stars to pluck;

Dare an infinitesimal seed imagine the touch of breeze the day it hatches from the dark soils? Or the day it grows the mightiest trunk that can withstand the darkest of storm? Dare it imagine to have in its possession the courage to challenge the sun to set it ablaze?

Yes! I dare.

And the universe forever conspires to reward fortitude with the miracle of manifestation; the greatest gift of bearing fruit! It shall be the most beautiful burdens on those delicate but strong branches, true gems of nature, sweet, watery flesh to feed the good souls;

Seasons will be my oldest friend, birds my comrades, my leaves will wither but I will grow, again and again, I will dance to rain and sing with wind;

I am a seed of a fruit tree, made in the cool and dark earth, raised by the divine light and warmth, I will grow resilient evermore, there is no hurry;

I am a seed of a fruit tree.