Fruit, an over grown seed that eventually becomes everything that it promised to be
The evidence, that there is life in a seed, no matter how small or minute it looks
Which is why we don’t judge covers of books
But then again, I’ve done that too. But then again others have done that to me, not realizing the greatness hidden within
Like a seed hidden in the soil
No one really knew of the purpose hidden in me since I was fashioned in my mother’s womb.
Lessons, pain and purpose over pleasure bring about growth spurts that come as I spring up through the dirt
Sometimes rainy days feel like a world of hurt.. but there could be no growth without pain and no strength without rain, but surely the sun will shine again