Piercing through warm darkness, a single ray of sun
Tugs on the soul trapped within the seed.
A single blade of grass
Must push through layers of heavy dirt
Blanketing, smothering…
Must reach to find the touch of light,
Must climb out of the warm, lethargic darkness of stationary rest.

Yet every day, grass grows.
If so many blades of grass can triumph,
Surely one weary soul can rise from bed.

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