....

The world keeps on spinning
flowers and trees rejoice,
swaying at the greeting of spring
Even the color of autumn
speaks so much of bright hues

The seed doesn't seem to mind
It remains unmoved
While the roots cut deeper
it remains unmoved, oblivious

White is dominant

Seem is what they see
And seem is how the seed
wants it to be
for the world will dance
and will not stop to watch
the see grow

They will see
they will rejoice
but they will not know
they will never comprehend
what pains the seed
will have to suffer
to become a tree...