Seeds and Streams
I asked a seed, “How do you know when spring arrives?” When my paintbrush first dips into green, I know spring is about to come. I asked a stream, “How do you know where you’re flowing?” When I look at my tail, I know where my end will be. “But I’ve forgotten where my paintbrush is,” the seed said. “Can you help me find it?” “Of course!” So I buried the seed in the soil of the yard. ...