Day 3 : pre-rain pain?

The air around 

Above the soil 

The seed grew to seedling 

I awaited for it to grow soon

Into plant , to shrub or a tree

But 

I felt was in haste

I thought I failed while 

The seedling was taking its time

I felt I was hopeless while 

The seedling was hoping to get water 

Every single Sight of mine

I might have been fostering it 

The seed of a fruit 

I ate a lot, but the little bud 

Thought of me as his foster but still close

I tried that's what I thought but

I didn't stop 

And someday while continuing the routine

I found the seedling grow a leaf 

And from their on

The smile on my face

Gone wild

I realised 

Haste is waste and then 

I did cut copy and paste.