The seed was planted; and so unexpectedly.
The growth began that that very day even though the eye could not see.
Over time there was nurturing, there was love, there was time, there was patience.
No force. Simply allowing.
There was no expectation of how it was supposed to look or how long it would take; but simply an instinctual knowing; of Trust.
This tiny seed continues to grow wild and free, but this seed has become many as it has flowered with nurturing, with love, with time, with patience.
This seed has become an infinite garden…
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