Bloom — and Bloom Again

Always.

A forgotten seed.

One that fell off from the little sack of bag as the farmer hurries back home with.

A seed so tiny, no one could even notice as she tumbled from the bag and landed into the grass patch nearby.

A place so foreign and left all alone.
“Where are all her friends?”, the seed wondered.

Right beside the grass patch, she noticed, was a pavement.

It was busy.
There were joggers and cyclists.
There were also people walking up and down rushing…