Life is like a seed trying to grow

Buried under the soil where it is not seen

Until it starts to bloom then you will know

That it’s no longer just a tiny bean.

Everyone will grow at a different time.

There is no right way to grow and to strive.

We may drift off the road but it’s the climb.

We should feel lucky that we are alive

For we had battled to reach for the sky

Through obstacles like snow and rain

To times when we once said I want to die

The hardships may give you sorrow and pain

But then who knows what tomorrow may bring

So just breathe, it might not be a bad thing.