I was trapped in the cold hard ground, with the cold soil that covered,
I was waiting to be found , waiting to be discovered,
I mustered up some courage, I tried to rise with all I’d got,
Everyday I pushed myself, surprised at how I’d fought.
One day suddenly I found the light, the warmth I’d longed for each day,
The sun made the dew drops gleam, finally my roots had found their way.
I lived to find out there were many like me,
Who had preserved to be, to find their individuality,
I shared as I lived, gave away what I didn’t need,
The fruits of my labour were surplus, the labour that had started when I was a little seed.
My happiness didn’t last forever, nothing gold can stay.
I was uprooted as I fell and was left to decay.
~ Saadia ♥