From how I see it...

The seed drops from somewhere. I am not sure about its mysterious whereabouts. All I know is how to catch it. Once caught, in a minute's breath, like a mad alchemist or naturalist, I rush to the science lab and plant it in soil. Then I allow 'the ordinariness of the usual' to do its magic. Together with patience, sunlight, sleep (sometimes lack of it), hydration, dreams, care, fears, love and nursing, it comes alive - either taking the form of an innocent dragon, a stinky rose or a leafless tree promising shade from the heat of an eternal summer. Whoever or whatever these seeds turn into, is preordained plan of the nature. My role is strictly that of a nurturer. ​​​

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Like me, if you also enjoy wearing the scientist's coat and observe a tiny seedling turn into a full grown plant, write to me. Who knows, maybe we can co-parent the next one.