The road may seem dry
The seeds may seem like they only die
But a tree grows beneath the earth
Seeds gather beneath the earth
Something beautiful grows beneath the earth
Out of sight
Out of mind
Something grows that is so divine
Unscathed by the turmoil above the soil
The dreams, the seeds, the tree, grow steadily
Soon you’ll see, from underneath, the beauty
Because there is beauty in the seeds
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Affirmation: I choose to be the most positive version of my past self today.