I am a seed in hard soil, Pressed, but never let go, The roots roam in silence, Search for strength at the bottom of the earth.

Until one day, a storm came, Shaking, breaking the branches of hope, But the storm also made me realize, That I am a tree that will not fall.

Now the fire burns bright, Burning away doubts, extinguishing doubts, I stand with strong roots, See the world with warm eyes.

That power is never far away, Just waiting for me to fully believe, That inside me, There is a universe that will not wither.