The Proud Little Seed

Buried in the dirt, so dark and deep, A tiny secret, fast asleep. Our hero seed, so small and round, Dreamed of colors, and happy ground.

Then came the Rain, a splashy friend, "Wake up, little seed, your journey's end Is just beginning! Drink and grow, Push through the earth, put on a show!"

The seed it stretched, a tiny root, Drinking raindrops, sweet and loot! It poked a sprout, so green and slight, And strained to reach the golden light.

The Sun arrived, with beams so bright, "Hello, little sprout, what a wonderful sight! I'll warm your leaves and help you bloom, Chase away the winter gloom!"

The sprout grew taller, day by day, Unfurling leaves in a sunlit ray. A bud appeared, a tiny bump, Holding secrets, plump and plump.

Then *POOF!* It burst, a vibrant hue, A sunflower yellow, fresh and new! The Proud Little Seed, no longer small, Bloomed in the garden, standing tall!