A Never-Ending Struggle

In the cold of the winter, beneath the ground lies a seed buried by the wind, resting deep. Covered with leaves of rust, and golden brown, waiting patiently, it does not move, now weep. It knows above is the warmth of the sun, destined to come, it will reach the seeds place. At that moment, its long struggles begun to fight to the top, engage in Natures race. The instructions, buried within its core, build day by day, reaching its destiny. Along with the flower, comes so much more, nectar and pollen for a busy bee! As it dies, new seeds fall to the earth, Bent for the circle of life, a new birth.