The Seedling’s Nap

Posted on the 13 October 2013 by Rarasaur @rarasaur

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.