Well worked soil, broken through the years. The tiny seed accepted, and watered by her tears. Into the soil well worked but barren of life, Growing ever stronger through many toils and strife. Battered by seasons of many a storm, Still ever reaching for the sunlight so warm. One tiny blossom growing toward the warm sunlight, Developing a strong foundation in the soil deep and tight. One tiny seed maturing into a flower so strong. A beauty and strength to last a life time long