Tucked tight in those grass grains lies a promise. The promise of spring. The promise of life. The promise of future. All the information needed for that future sprout is bound up in those little seeds.
What promises are bound up in you waiting for an awakening?
While writing this, I was thinking of how much life is bound up into a seed. All the instructions crammed neatly into a DNA package making a viable future possible. I thought that if we took on this mindset, living for the present moment instead of a future filled with unrest, that we might be a little happier.