A little seed that once was me,

Was planted in your nursery.

When it was time for me to sprout,

With gritted teeth, you popped me out.

Watered by the tears you cried

And sunlit by your glowing pride,

Your tiny sprout began to grow,

Tenderly nursed through every woe.

With your wise words and encouragement,

Providing every nourishment,

Your little sprout soon thrived and bloomed,

But still you sheltered, nurtured, pruned.

The little seed that once was me,

Is now a branch on a beautiful tree.