They have no idea.
One autumn season the brittle brown stem of a milkweed stood like a feeble old man alone in a field. It had one last thing to do before it became the very dust that gave it life. And with help from a northern gale, the pod of its bosom broke into pieces and a multitude of parachute seeds sailed away on the trust of the wind.
Many of them found a home on the bank of river, and in the spring they took root and they thrived into a grand community.
On the other side of the river grew a hedge of wild berries. They once lived in the adjacent field, but a heavy rain washed many seeds near the river’s bank and they found their way to live in the rich soil and become bountiful.
In time they looked across the river and saw one another, and were not happy as to how different they seemed to be. They both became obsessed with that which was foreign to them and could do nothing about it exist with their anxieties.
But in the next autumn the milkweed surprisingly witnessed so many of the animals of the forest feasting on the beautiful berries, and it was puzzled. And the hedge was in awe at the freedom it had never known in the flight of the seedlings, looking at them in disbelief.
And the laws of nature smiled down upon them both and thought; They have no idea what so ever, how much alike they really are.
And Mother Nature then drew back into their roots, and the clouds and the river and the soil, so they could both continue the cycle of life they were meant be, for the sake of themselves and their seeds, and in the end, for the sake of life itself.
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Blessings,
Christine
Donna