Like you're this little bitty thing, and then someone shoves you into the ground and buries you in the darkness. Suddenly, you crack, and you're broken.
And then you notice something is growing. But like is that ok?? What even is it? What if I can't support the weight of it? What if I can't make it? What if I don't even have it in me to grow into a tree though?
But then you grow. Your stem hardens into a shield of bark. You grow leaves to catch the sunlight. You provide peace and comfort for those around you. You feel like you can touch the sky and the clouds, and the rain doesn't drown you in mud anymore, it just helps you grow more.
And you remember how you felt as a seed. So very small, so very unsure of the future, so very scared to even grow so tall as the trees.
Yet here you are. You're not a seed anymore. You're the strong and brave and beautiful tree you dreamed of being, that you were even afraid to dream to be.
What it would be like to be a seed, huh?