The Last Seed

Sometimes I wonder if my efforts are just like a seed sown in the soil, quietly dying before sprouting.
Even when I try to hold onto hope, exhaustion and setbacks make me feel like I'm nurturing something that’s bound to wither away.
It’s heartbreaking to think that perhaps dreams, no matter how deeply planted, can fade so easily in this harsh reality.
But still, I keep trying—hoping for a miracle or at least a sign that new life might come someday.