One night, I planted a seed,
And the soil in which it lay was called Patience.
My seed was watered,
And the drops that nourished it were called Goodness.
My seed was fragile,
And the hands that tended it were called Kindness.
Impatient for my seed to grow,
The days that passed were called Self-Control.
My seed became rooted,
And the tendrils that flourished were called Faithfulness.
My seed broke through into the world,
And the light that greeted it was called Joy.
My seed was battered by the storms,
