*The Seed's Resolve* Though buried deep, in shadowed earth, Where cold winds bite, and trials birth, A tiny seed, with silent plea, Holds fast to hope, eternally. The storms may rage, the darkness loom, Yet faith persists, beyond the tomb. A patient wait, a steady hold, A story yet, to be unrolled. The fragile sprout, begins to rise, Toward sunlit skies, with hopeful eyes. Though winds may bend, and doubts may creep, The promise kept, the soul runs deep. For every fall, a chance to soar, To rise again, and ask for more. The spirit strong, will not succumb, Until the final victory's come.