Seed

*SEED*
The smashing sun burns fiercely my skin through the mire,
The boring moonlight tells me timorous tales that sends down fear my spine,
The laborious scolding of countless strokes won't halt,
The air would stop to cease for me not to breathe,
The tempest storm so riled to dismantle me,
They all tried with my dream to interred me untimely,
Through these severe phases
I came back
Stronger stronger stronger
They didn't know
I was a *SEED*

*Paciolo Pen Saint*