A flower in a dark room
Would you trust me if I said it could bloom?
What if that flower got out the room
Jumped in a rocket and flew to the moon
Would you say now it could bloom?
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?