New shoots are pressing thro’
without much warning
green and fresh
life returning after dark
change has pushed thro’ change
and is pressing forth more
unbidden and unhaltable
silent, inching juggernaut
to which our weary eyes might close
and failing limbs lie down awhile…
Yet, there is something in this rising
which causes emerald blades
to pierce the waiting earth
most strikingly
double-edged thro’ our troubled hearts
I smell the hint of smoored fire
in an instant of crisp air
and even with closed eyes
I know that change is pressing
and fresh goodness is very near.
Gabrielle Cheung
somethingof 
Sowing seeds and nature does the rest, does its best to overcome all the obstacles created by humans, humans who claim to want the seeds to grow…but, The right seeds..In the right place..At the right time…. The seeds don’t know the rules…and…Some may even survive! Happy seed bombing!
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