A seed of being:
The start of something new.
It feeds on meaning,
On wisdom seeping through.
A shoot of the essence
Unfurls its feeble train,
And the roots take hold once more
In the nurture of the rain...
In the cold arms of our guardian,
In the rain
In the cold arms of our guardian:
A daughter of the rain...
Beneath every shower,
The shoot goes on to grow,
For soon it, too, will flower
And heal the earth below.
Through every storm, it harbors
A purpose to maintain,
And the roots take hold once more
In the nurture of the rain...