The seed lay hidden beneath cracked soil

Tucked into the corner of a garden no one tended

Darkness pressing close, silence all around

Water dripping slowly, patiently,

as though the earth itself waited

for the courage to grow.

No one noticed the faint green tip curling upward,

the trembling offshoot brushing against dirt,

the way it stretched toward the first sunbeam

that shone through a broken fence.

A small thing, almost invisible,

but it moved anyway.

Hands had worked hard, unseen, unpraised,

lifting, cleaning, bending, carrying

More than any measure could hold,

dreams pressed down beneath expectation,

voices whispered over, ideas claimed by others

Still, beneath the weight, life stirred quietly.

The sprout’s first leaves unfurled with a courage

that surprised the world,

thin stems bending against wind

Soft green brushing against walls built to contain it

Shaking with every breath of air

And the earth beneath seemed to hum with approval.

A street corner, a kitchen, a forgotten alley—

any place, any space where unnoticed life gathers,

where the overlooked, the underestimated,

the ignored and dismissed carry the pulse

of possibility no one else imagines.

Little by little, tendril by tendril

They reach, they climb, they bend, they rise.

Sunlight warms them, storms batter them

But the fragile green continues

Finding cracks in cement, holes in roofs,

weak points no one thought to guard

Pushing anyway, growing anyway,

until suddenly, the small thing becomes impossible to miss.

From overlooked beginnings come the tallest leaves,

from whispered hope comes steady, unstoppable life,

from patience and quiet persistence comes proof

that everything counted out can, in its own time,

overflow, overtake, become more than imagined,

become the forest no one saw coming.

Hands, hearts, voices that were told to hush,

eyes that were told to look down,

feet that were told to stay in line,

begin to move, to bend, to claim space,

and the sprouts rise with them,

green and uncontainable,

stronger with each passing hour.

The tiny stem that could have been crushed,

that could have been ignored,

that could have been left to fade in shadow,

becomes the proof of resilience,

the lesson the world cannot unlearn,

the reminder that unseen strength

always has the last word.

And suddenly, everywhere you look,

life breaks through.

Gentle at first, almost invisible,

then impossible to ignore.

Small beginnings, humble hands, quiet courage

All combine, flourish, spread,

until the world must recognize

the power of what was once overlooked,

the brilliance of what was dismissed.

The seed germinated, the sprout unfurled,

green against the grey, tender against the heavy,

and in that gentle rising,

everyone learns

that nothing counted out, nothing underestimated,

nothing unseen is ever powerless.