A seed reaches the ground. It sits there for a while. Praying for water, dreaming about the sun. And it just stays there, dry, waiting. Time passes by and the clouds promisses... And the dry seed finds its own way, covered in mud, but just protected. And it continues there until its time for a change, time to grow, time to reach the sky. And when the dream seems reachable, someone cuts the flower body, because it was too beautiful and too high and no one could see it.