We are as seeds of the giant trees,
and as time grows, so grow do we,
for we are on our way to ether sky,
growing stronger upwards to high;
yet suddenly we cease that blooming,
but continue expanding only wider.
Year upon year, adding one more layer;
and within that armor, we grow staunch
more impervious to the windy elements
we become hard and cross, unbending;
now as home both to eagle and to sparrow,
our first purpose a mere cup for our sorrow.