Today I stand, rooted to the ground like wheat grass,
As the sun shines, silently I grasp what we've passed;
Adversity, a winter which lasted all of my youth,
As I suffered in the cold, just hoping that I would bloom.
It all started, when I was planted as a seed,
My childhood was fertile, and the soil was raked for me,
I was sheltered from the dangers of the outside world,
Yet isolation could not save from the cold, I've learnt.
I struggled every day, praying that I would grow strong,
As the dew drops on my leaves turned into frost,
But the hope in my heart helped me go through it all,
Telling me, "Every hardship will one day be gone".
Today I stand, on the day of my graduation,
Thankful to everyone who watched me grow with patience,
My childhood may be riddled with loneliness and anxiety,
But every seed must go through the struggle, it's what defines a tree.