There once were three seeds... each fell to the ground, welcoming a summer's day --pockets of potential... bursting with life.
Each had a beginning --reminiscent of the others, yet uniquely distinct...
One took root during a season of spring weather...
One took root after a long winter of uncertainty...
One took root before the ground was even ready to receive it...
So closely did they all begin... so distant did each seed grow... no one could have known it then... how each one, seperate paths would go...
The first seed lay dormant... what would become of its roots? Only time would tell...
The second seed began its gentle journey --cautionless and unaware... hopeful, still.
The third seed sprouted almost immediately, shooting toward the sky... miraculous growth --the sun approved, it granted its light.
Harvest came and went... winter stood its ground, then faded with the sunbeams... Spring brought empty promises... summer shone anew. Each seed, bearing its true nature...
I saw one seed uprooted abruptly... tossed to the side... the gardener was merciful --it would not have been strong enough to survive the reigning test of time nor times of testing rain.
Very soon, I will see the other seed blossom... how beautiful that day will be... its roots, appearing firm, gently tended by the gardener.
Yet one seed remains... uncertain... undefined... I watch, anxiously, enraptured, intrigued... afraid. Changes will decide its fate... the gardener knows...
Gardener, will it bloom? Will it die?
Must this, too, find its end?
*she waits*
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