⪻Poem #39⪼
I feel like we are seeds,
growing if given their needs.
Like a plant wet and nurtured by rain,
we encounter, showered by pain.
Like a plant that needs sunlight to grow,
we are given beams of insight
when we start to know—
the reason for our gains,
are thanks to our pains.
No wonder!
We need a little rain.
