Out of a clear sky on a warm summer day, the seed, who didn’t even know she could fly, fell into a pile of steaming dog poop.
Airborne again, she headed toward the nearby sea.
Miles offshore she landed gently on the crest of a warm, blue wave. She didn’t even know she could swim. Life was full of surprises.
Days passed, and she changed. Swimming with ease, she morphed into a floating flower, and was last seen sailing into a sunset, singing.