by Ken DrentenA struggle. It had taken all the effort it could muster to push upward from its singularity, and it still was not enough. Strife! “Patience must be learned,” it had heard whispered from somewhere. Still, with each new sense of moisture nearby, and with each feeling of warmth from above, the urgency to strive upward returned. Rest was out of the question. Onward without ceasing. Finally, a breakthrough, and light! Light so bright it hurt, and actual heat. It was amazing. Now more water flowed. Strength flowed from the water, from the light, from the very air itself. Pressing forward became easier. It became a way of life. Looking down, it was all green. Shoots of green from the rocky, stubbly earth, and greener all around. Further away was a riot of colors – red, yellow, purple, and more, while overhead was a blanket of azure. Blue-sky days turned to angry storms and winds that tore at the tender green even as it grew always taller and stronger. At night, rest came along with the pale companionship of the moon and stars. Patience was remembered, but life was strong and good. Weeks, then months, then entire seasons passed. Green turned stout and brown, with more growth branching out from all over. Now others like itself could be clearly seen rising victoriously from the earth below...
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