She rolled into a ball, making herself smaller than the small feeling in her heart. She pressed into the ground, letting the ground absorb her as if she was once again a seed.
Mother Earth hugged her close, wrapping her in the comfort of cool darkness, rocking her softly to a quiet lullaby.
Hush, my child, rest your weary soul.
The journey into the world is a long one,
and it’s okay to be a seed
today.
There’ll be time enough for
stretching and blooming
tomorrow.
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