The seed lay there, dormant,
In the black soil of its nursery.
All around; others sent forth green shoots, reaching for the light of Spring.
But it did nothing.
Because it knew.
It knew that Spring was too early.
That winter would return and destroy its eager kin.
So it waited, snug in the soil,
For true Summer and a chance to thrive in the Sun.
Written for The Grammar Ghoul writing challenge #15