The Ready Seed By: Everly Thomas
Once, there was a seed who was all too ready to leave the tree (or so he thought).
“Excuse me, Mr. Tree, sir.” The seed called to the great oak that was more than a hundred times his size.
“Yes?” The tree replied in a ready to listen and gentle voice.
“Well, I was wondering if I could leave you early, I’m ready!” Said the little seed.
“No, you may not leave early.” The tree replied with no more than a moments thought.
“But I’m prepared, I was—”
“No.”
“Oh, come on! Just let me leave early. I’m ready, I can—”
“No.”
The seed had had enough with the tree, so in the dark of the night, he decided to leave anyway. What did the tree know? Maybe he was just hiding the beautiful riches down there, and keeping it to himself.
The seed wiggled, and wiggled, and wiggled some more.
It was a long process of jiggling and wiggling, but he finally disconnected from the tree.
He fell the long way down. And he landed with such a quiet thud, that even an ant couldn’t have heard it.
The seed shivered, “Brrr…..It’s cold.”
He had landed in Winter. The tree had warned him not to go early, and the tree had warned him right, it was too cold for the little seed; he would not grow.
The seed stayed there for a long time, until he finally left the world, to what was hopefully a better place.
And, though you readers may not be seeds, it is still wise not to leave the tree until the time is right.
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