The Forgotten Seed

[ShyEyes]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.

 

[Honey bunch]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415

Maybe the seed isn’t forgotten at all… it’s simply waiting for the right season to remind the world what was growing quietly all along. ​

 

[cheetra]

There is a way to heal in which you fold your body into an fetus position and then imagine yourself to be a seed, gradually expanding as you imagine becoming a tree. Its both mental and physical aspects work wonders. It takes one week to a month, but the healing is quite effective.

Beautiful poem.

 

[Robiin]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415

Sometimes growth happens quietly, long before anyone can see it. The hardest seasons may be preparing us for something beautiful

 

[Avissssssss]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415

I think everyone can feel connected with it...

A nice one....

 

[Captain Ching]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415

It's a powerful reminder that hard times aren't the end but a preparation for something beautiful to bloom Growth happens silently before it shows to the world...

 

[Zenitsuu]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415

Wow beautifully written

 

[Luv4music]

Buried deep beneath the frost,
a silent, dark, and heavy space,
where every summer leaf was lost
and warmth has left without a trace.

It does not rage against the soil,
nor force its way into the air;
it waits through cold and patient toil,
in quiet rest, unhurried there.

For down below the winter ground,
where hidden, secret waters run,
a steady, unseen life is bound
to rise and reach toward the sun.

For strength is gathered in the dark,
before the green begins to show;
the seed must keep its quiet spark
to learn the secret way to grow.View attachment 435415