A seed’s sacrifice, letting the skin of a fruit shine
Spending its life hidden, under the pulp
Not every seed will turn into a tree
But the potential’s there, that’s all that matters
Always working in the dark, never allowed to see light
From a tiny shrub to the giant redwood
They cannot stand without a seed giving itself up
We’ve all come from a seed
It’s long forgotten, making way for skin’s different hues
Adding to the richness of humanity’s fabric
The essence of the seed is never lost, hidden under the skin
It may be found where it’s at home, in the silent dark
