I am a seed, a whispering seed buried deep, in the embrace of earth, a promise of green, waiting for warmth, a growing urge, a gradual awakening.

From shadow to light, I will push with all my strength, knowing that in my heart lies the memory of the rain, the sun, the very salt of tears, a vital connection.

I will rise, I will flourish! I will become the leafy breath of air, the soft shadow of boughs, the essence cradled by the sky.

• Cecilia Vicuña