In the third stanza, we are like a seedling, starting to grow and wander in this world. Like a child without trace of worry and insecurity.
In the forth stanza, it is now a mature tree,
may mataas nang narating. But as we grow older we start to question,
"why am I here?"
In the second stanza.
It is starting to sprout and will see the light.
Despite of the storms and struggles that will come into our lives,
we still choose to rise.