What Is Inside

I am a little fig tree,
small and unimportant,
planted in a quiet corner
where no one stops to see.

But with a touch of tender care,
a gentle hand and watchful eye,
I will grow beyond my size,
reach upward toward the sky.

At first, I’m just a fragile sprout,
easily overlooked,
but hidden deep within my roots,
a quiet strength is cooked.

Seasons pass and sun will warm,
and rain will softly fall—
each drop a whispered promise
that I can bear it all.

In time, the fruit I bear
will be sweeter than the rest,
a treasure borne of patience,
the work of love expressed.

If you look beyond the surface,
beyond what you first see,
you’ll find there’s more inside
this little fig tree.

More than size or stature,
more than bark or leaves,
there’s a world of hope and meaning,
far greater than it seems.

So don’t dismiss the quiet ones,
the small who seem unsure—
with care, they bloom and flourish,
their gifts both true and pure.

I am a little fig tree,
but give me time and space—
and watch how I will blossom,
full of beauty, full of grace.