a poem. Again again... (or maybe the 3rd time)

I REALLY don't know what to write, so I will just write a poem AGAIN.

(I will use Metaphor, and a bit of Repetition)

<a seed in the desert>

the dazzling sunlight hits the boiling sand

the long lost water no where to be seen

everywhere you step is as hot as a blazing fire

everywhere you look no green to be seen

then, a seed flies from no where

a small, black seed, as small as a fraction of sand

it lands peacefully, with no sound

it landed happily, even though it knew where it was

everyone doubted that it will survive

the sky, the sun, the earth all doubted

all of them doubted that it will stand the desert

it was only a seed, a seed as weak as a dying plant

they waited, and waited, the seed to die

the unbearable silence stretched on and on

but the seed, in fact, was strong as a lion

it's inside was filled with hope, and happiness

as the months passed on, and the sun blazed stronger than ever,

the seed became a sapling, then a small tree

it became ever more stronger, and ever more bigger

and as years slipped by, it was a huge tree, that towered all the others

the others, remember the small seed it has once been

they recall the moment they knew that it will be gone, soon

but they saw with their own eyes

they know by heart, by their own unbelieving eyes

that the small seed, once small as the sand on the ground

now as tall as a big, towering skyscraper

they asked, the tree casting shadows over them

they asked, in curiosity and disbelief, how it became such a tree

the tree answered merrily, and cheerfully

the tree answered as though it was treating a friend,

that it was hope that did the trick

that it was happiness, that led a great, wonderful life in a desert