Power To Thrive

A speck, a promise, in darkness held,

A seed of hope, a story untold.

Has it found purchase, in fertile ground,

Or on barren stone, a dream unbound?

Only you can answer, with whispered thought,

Did doubt take root, or a purpose caught?

Is there a tremor, a yearning deep,

To break the shell, a promise to keep?

Will you wither, beneath the sun's harsh glare,

Or reach for light, with leaves to share?

The choice is yours, a silent decree,

To bloom vibrant, or silently be.

Time, a patient sculptor, will carve its way,

But the seed's potential, in your hands it stays.

So listen closely, to the whisper within,

For the power to thrive, is where you begin.