“C’est la vie” said a seed to me as it was tumbling into the ground, softly, without making a sound.
Snuggling into the brownish earth, patiently awaiting its rebirth.
I sat to see if green would come, but the rain had started and it left me numb.
After weeks of rain and sun, I saw the rebirth has begun.
Growing roots even in the toughest of weather.. take what life flings and make it better