There comes a moment of truth in the germination of each seed, for each receives the same pure water of the skies. Either they stay small, existing yet not growing, or they have the courage to burst through the boundaries of the only self they've ever been.
It is only in the germination that every plant may come to live, for the even the giants of the floral world begin this way. Every tower of the plant kingdom once could have sat in the palm of every child.
To the tiny seed there is no bounty as great as a bead of rain in the springtime. For this gift of cloud, that neither asks for nor receives due thanks, simply moves on, returning blue skies and sunny rays. And so the potential of the seed begins the very journey of life, to germinate, to put down roots and send upward either cotyledons or a fine green blade.
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