The seed pod was the kind of soft brown that Christmas dreams are made of, and better yet they were shaped as bells, as if born to ring in new life.
The seed pod was long and slender, no longer green yet becoming the kind of brown that makes earthen dreams spring to life after the wintry chill.
The seed pod could have been fashioned by a calico creative brain, one woven in nature yet as unique as the fabled cat.
The seed pod was a comfortable cocoon of green, lined with that kind of natural silk nature spins to cushion the new promise of life.
They were as happy as two peas in a pod for all of their days, as if no matter the season the sun shone on them all the same.
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