Soul Exists to Serve Another

From the hand at the heart of existence
A seed is planted, nurtured
Raised, lifted, loved to bloom
And its goal to live to survive
Its young frail body fights
The cruel life to make one cry
Born blank helpless and the light
Guides the child neither loving nor naught
To smile and find its first leaf
Tucked away in the corner
And like a thief the snail eats
Gives way to the loving feast
Souls collide heart beats
Living things eats living thing feats
Soul raised to grow and thrive
Soul exists to serve the light