A flower in a dark room

Would you trust me if I said it could bloom?

Probably not

What if that flower got out the room

Jumped in a rocket and flew to the moon

Would you say now it could bloom?

Probably not

But what you failed to see is that it already grew

From a plant in a room, now shooting for the moon

Looking down at the world, who could of knew?

No one couldn’t.

But where there’s a seed there’s soil

So even the smallest amount of nutrients can negate the effects of foil

And though the thought of the unknown can make you quiver

Would you rather be?

Or painfully wither?