Of all the seeds which fall,
Catch this one beneath the soil.
Beneath the soul
Where darkness blinds.
Where darkness binds
A willing confinement.
A willing refinement
Until the shell breaks open.
Until the shell breaks upon
To push up and down.
To push up around
The stem and the roots.
The stem and the truths
Of all the seeds which fall,
Even one.
Gerald the Writer 
And to think, despite the darkness, the seed somehow knows which way is up. If one were to pose the question, the seed would say, “That doesn’t take any brains.”
Ha!
Thanks for the reminder that spring plants are waiting. I went to the Grand Rapids Home and Garden Show yesterday with my friend Annette and the spring flowers all around were beautiful. We smelled the fragrances of daffodills, hyacinths and tulips. I loved it.
Yes! Spring and Easter are right around the corner! Hallelujah