When a seed is planted it needs much to grow.

Yet none of us really know for sure, exactly what motivates the bud to just burst open one day in a bloom.

Is it the fresh spring air of support? Is it daily sunbathing?

Or could it be that sunless day of rest? Or maybe it's the surprise of an unexpected long summer rain shower.

But we so often forget about the weight of the dirt, that holds the seed in its place and provides nutrition without doing a thing.

I wonder if the dirt knows, the importance of its job? The dirt is the plenty, the powerful, the placeholder, the people.

Are you the dirt?