The Seeds Never Spoke, The Roots’ Secret

The seeds lay still beneath the earth,

In silent dreams, they held their worth.

No voice they gave, no sound they made,

Yet futures in their depths were laid.

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And I was one among them there,

In heavy dark, in hidden air.

The soil pressed close, the weight was deep,

A restless, endless kind of sleep.

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They never spoke of coming storms,

of thirst, of shadow, of breaking ground-

yet deep in dark, a promise stirred,

a silent vow without a sound.

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No word of storms that tore me thin,

No cry for drought that burned within.

The shadows stayed, they did not part,

They settled slowly in my heart.

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Yet down below, the roots would grow,

And whisper truths I’d come to know.

Through stone and silence, far and wide,

They stretched with patience as their guide.

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I learned to reach without a sound,

To seek for strength in barren ground.

Each fragile inch was hard to claim,

Each moment touched by doubt and strain.

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Still something deep refused to end,

A quiet force I could not bend.

No light above, no voice to call,

Yet life was stirring through it all.

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For growth is soft, it does not shout,

It moves in whispers, slow throughout.

A gentle break, a hidden art,

A silent strength within the heart.

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And then one day, without a cry,

I broke the dark and reached the sky.

Not born of ease or gentle sun,

But all the trials I had won.

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So honor those who grow unseen,

The buried lives that might have been.

For roots below, in silence strong,

Are where the truest strengths belong.

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The seeds never spoke-yet they knew,

In quiet dark, what they must do.

And I, once lost beneath the same,

Rose up in silence-yet became.