A seed bearing its quiet riches

Meant to bless a life not yet formed

From the shaded hollow of becoming

It breaks into light to preserve existence

With deliberate force, it burst forth

Claiming purpose without a voice

A cyst of ages held in waiting

Revived from a hidden guarded place

From the belly of a generous bearer

It shrinks, it burns, it yields,

so new life may rise

To thrive, to grow, to rule its season

©️ Asmau's pen 🖊