A Tiny Grain Genesis

A pure grain fell loose in the land... fallen from the hand of a sower ... the tender land as a mother soon welcomed ... Quiet, immobile, hopeful the seed patiently waited ... Soon the sun came... left fertile ray in floor... then came the rain and brought miraculous liquid... The mother land, in the bulge made them sleep, close together ... With time, a tip protruding broke out, leaked the surface, broke out ... soon grew with total resourcefulness with yeast Natural. Then came twigs, leaves and ... fruits ... tree strong trunk ... How fruitful is the nature ! playing with teeny cell ... a leafy and prodigious tree ,,, it's a miracle .. of God...!