بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

A seed is planted.
Roots split their way out,
Spreading into the cold, wet dirt 
Clinging onto life,
Sprouting,
Growing,
Reaching for the sky.

A blossom blooms,
A tiny petal unfurls,
Into a delicate flower.
So easily plucked,
Yet it holds on,
protecting its treasure,
Sweet, ripe fruit.

 Let’s plant our seed of Bismillah,
And watch our day flourish and grow,
Watered by the blessings of Allah’s name,
Nourished by the glow of Allah’s Noor.
Start it all with a whispered Bismillah,
Its’ treasure guarded deep within your heart.