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A seed was planted in the rain,
With roots that reach for solid ground.
Through storms, it learned to bear the strain,
Its strength in every loss is found.
The journey bends, the road rewrites,
Each turn unveils new morning sights.
You were born to hold your dreams,
The moments bloom where hope redeems.
A simple truth, the heart reveals,
That joy is found in quiet fields.
The world can test what you believe,
But fire refines what can’t be lost.
Through trials, the soul begins to weave,
A story worth its every cost.
In every hand that lifts your fall,
A quiet strength begins to call.
The echoes fade, but love remains,
In bonds we form through joy and pain.
No map can hold where we will go,
The heart creates the path we know.
You were born to hold your dreams,
The moments bloom where hope redeems.
A simple truth, the heart reveals,
That joy is found in quiet fields.
