Pods. Flowers. Seeds.
Keepers of secrets.
Wardens of promises.
Protectors of nature's blueprints. Blueprints of spring and joy. Of more plants and growth.
They are the capsules destined to open for a fuller future.
And sometimes, promises are what is needed for the world to keep moving.
Even when they lie and those promises ring hollow, we still hope for the best from the next one. There is still hope in the uncertainty. Strength and beauty remain even after their purpose ends.
After all, only a seed holds the hope of becoming more of itself. And they have a habit of defeating the worst odds.