The seed sleeps...till creation calls. Silently it implants itself. Thus, when the time comes and the sun discovers her existence...quietly, yet eagerly, she changes.
When the season of her is arrived she shall burst forth. Never again to be darkly silent...no longer concealing her delicate flower.
But, if mother nature shall call her home...she shall gratefully, and without question, lay her bloom to the earth...with great trust that she indeed will rise again, in another season...in a more glorious garden.
Claire Greco c.09/05/2000