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Words: 251 For "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  Once upon a time, there was a seed. The seed felt some fingers hold it, and then push it deep into the ground. It was buried! The seed began to cry. A crow, who had alighted just there to rest his wings heard the little sound. "Is there someone crying?" the crow asked. "Me," replied the seed in a muffled voice. "I'm buried and I'm not even dead!" The crow cawed with laughter. "My dear little seed! Seeds aren't buried for death, they're buried for life! You've been buried so that you'll grow and have strong green leaves and pretty yellow flowers with delightful perfume to attract the butterflies!" "Oh, that sounds like a dream! It can't be true!" "Believe me! Wait just a few days, little seed, and you'll know!" Sure enough, the seed soon felt something stirring deep within it. Then, it felt something poking out - first on one side, then the other. Something green poked through the soil and turned to the sun. The little seed now had strong roots to hold it and a stem and leaves to feel the touch of the breeze. The crow was visiting again. "What did I tell you?" he asked. "You're so pretty and so fragrant - look at the butterflies hovering around!" Why do we bury anything? Our feelings, our thoughts, our hopes and our ideals? Is it to acknowledge their death, or is it to nurture them to life? It's a choice all of us make each day. Choose well! |
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