The title

Amidst the tangled sprawl of untamed brambles and clinging vines,
where the earth lies choked beneath a riot of relentless green,
a solitary seed descends, delicate and full of promise,
cradled in the weary hands of the wind.

Yet the soil, burdened by a tangle of deep-rooted adversaries,
yields no gentle embrace, no welcoming cradle of nourishment.
Instead, the frail sprout, reaching toward the sky’s embrace,
finds itself ensnared, strangled by the vice of relentless weeds.

Its tender roots grasp hungrily, yearning for sustenance,
but the greed of the overgrown dominion devours all.
Pale and stunted, the hopeful green begins to wither,
its potential smothered in the ruthless contest for survival.

Oh, how cruel the fate of a seed sown in an unyielding bed,
where the wilderness reigns, indifferent to delicate dreams.
For in the company of the unbridled and insatiable,
a single seed may fight, but seldom shall it thrive.