A Seed, A Speck….

A seed, a speck, on an invisible thread.   Spinning and stopping and spinning again powered an unknown force. So tiny, so silent.  Can it possibly matter?

(I imagine the woods, a universe of spinning specks, powering the invisible hands that shape our world)

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