Life's start
Growing in life is like a seed growing in the forest.
It is dark,hard to breathe, somehow must make it to the light.
Push and push, strive to grow, work hard, push I will make it.
Obstacles in the way, branches have been broke, limbs straining from pressure, but continue I will. I will not quit.
Then I see it. I have broken through. I see it. The light, so warm so beautiful.
I made it. It was hard. I kept myself focused, straight path, always looking up. I made it.
Now watch me. Watch me bloom.
