The journey to break through the soil was much like the birth of a human.
Someone had to plant the seed.
It had to be loved.
The womb was the Earth...
the mother was the sun.
A body was formed.
It grew against many odds.
A surface had to be broken.
the struggle to live has begun.
The little; visible light that dances across a summer wind.
The petals wake up...
the flower opens.
Eden
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