Time lapses as he waits for the harvest. He anticipates hope springing from the earth. But he questions his methods in a quiet contemplation and brews his prospects on black nights with eyes wide open. He longs for the maturation of his seed like a bird nudging his young ones in flight. Time becomes unbearable and his impatient roots begin to grow. But he senses he cannot abandon what God has given him.

Then one morning, while he lay asleep, little leaves sprouted from the brown earth. At dawn, they rose like sleepy children from their beds and his plants were innumerable and plenteous. The stalks were thick and green and water flowed through their roots like veins. Life sprung from the earth and scattered for miles in either direction. He returns to his homeland carrying his baskets with him.