The Seed... In the start, it was a mere seed, small, unprotected amidst the weed its death not a day away unabke to survive in world with twisted ways. The next week it was a proper plant, achieving needs which earlier it can't on a hopeless desolate hill it stood, between a canopy of shrunken wood. // Caption // The Seed... In the start, it was a mere seed, small, unprotected amidst the weed its death not a day away unabke to survive in world with twisted ways. The next week it was a proper plant,