Planting a seed in sterile soil is a waste of time

Because it’s a waste of time expecting it to grow

It’s like the plants have already experienced death before birth

Because it is neglected like it’s on death row

This seed has no fertile soil

Nor does it have sunlight for its nutrition

Water won’t even assist its development

For life is only the seed’s ambition

Only if the environment was resourceful

The seed will evolve into a plant

So the birds and other aspects of nature can surround it

For life is what the plants will grant

Planting this seed in soil that isn’t fertile

Only will make our situation worse

Because when that plant could have nourished us

Instead it has battled wickedness like it’s a curse

How can this seed develop into a plant?

When it constantly has to worry about pests damaging it

The environment has caused a hindrance

The world that the seed lives in forces it to submit

This seed deserves to be cultivated in fertile soil

Because it determines the nourishment of body, mind, and spirit

The seed constantly cries for its evolution

But the question is “Can anybody hear it?”