Mustard seed I be,
underneath this cold ground,
I just want to be found.
Where is the light?
To see it, I fight.
Yesterday: hard, hard ground. I pushed up.
Today: moisture above my head. I lift up.
Almost to the top. I can feel the warmth.
The pulling heat calling me forth.
Out of this darkness I will rise.
Tomorrow: arriving up out of the earth!
Here I birth!
Arms reached out I grasped the sunshine.
There, the warmth that called me.
It smiled and I finally see…
My struggles were worth seeing above the cold ground.
It rains and I hurt from the drops on my head,
I shiver from the cold touching my naked skin.
I cannot run. I waver in the wind and slept with worry.
I wake and see that I have grown! Overnight!
And the sun shines, again.