Seeds, still in the pod? Why little seeds, why didn’t you fly in the autumn with the rest of the seeds? You are so beautiful hanging together upside-down in your vertical cave, as if hibernating bats with feather white wings. You must know something I don’t know; a kernel of natural wisdom tucked under your seed coat, waiting for just the right moment to open your heart to the world.
And so I wait, unaware of your plan, but trusting you fully. The Winds will blow you to the right place on the Earth and the Sun and Water will feed your soul until you burst into being!