A tiny seed
Planted in Heaven's garden
Is surrounded by weeds
And suddenly forgotten

The sunlight it needs
Is cut off so often
Bold, the seed never pleads
Still the weeds begin to soften

Weak in its leaves
The seed resembles a coffin
But through perserverance it keeps
An event put into action

Nature's grace the seed greets
And overwhelmed by its passion
The weeds make their retreat
From this divine interaction

A flower sprouts up to meet
A destiny once forgotten
A power corruption cannot beat
The roots spread their religion

Heaven's garden once tainted
By the weeds of suspicion
Is now colorfully painted
By a flower's intuition