I found this furry little seed a long time ago. It almost seems like another life now. The seed was brown, egg shaped with many hairs cupping its shell. I don’t know this species but it looks cute to me so I tuck it in a pocket somewhere.
Many years pass and I find myself deep in the recess of some dark cloth, crumpled. I am cold and damp. My hair is disheveled and my skin is hard. I don’t like my surroundings so i dig deeper and deeper until I start to feel the minerals of the soil. They soothe me, nourish me in ways I that make me feel endlessly thirsty. I wallow here among the nutrients of life feeling loved by the surround.
The love grows and I find myself popping out of the soil, yet firmly rooted in my being. Still nourished from my friends, the minerals while soaking my head in the warm rays of the Sun. Love pours out every cell, radiating my surround like the sun radiates on me. A mutual appreciation ensues.
And then I grow.
