“There is a small seed waiting to be free. Burrowed in the ground, fed and watered. It grows slowly year after year. It turns into a beautiful flower taking in the sunshine and air it wanders when will I be free? It sleeps in the cold winter months. In spring it awakens and is lively again it is watered and fed day by day. It wanders when will I be free? The flower lives on year after year wandering when will I be free? A long time afterwards in the winter the flower whispers now I am free! In the spring the flower doesent wake up.”
