Dustin Briggs

Caravan of Hope

The Seed lays deep below the grassy field, waiting for the rain and the sun to rise and waits for the thunder and the snow to leave. She waits, and waits, one insect eating her home away at a time. The Seed can’t wait for her brother to sprout either, as they were placed at the same time. What she had remembered during her planting was that she was something the creatures called a “birch” while her brother had been called something beautiful, a “pachira aquatica.” The Seed just enjoyed the first name so much that that’s what she decided to dub him, Pachira. Pachira sat and laid, also admiring his sister's growth and wanting the two to meet. He thought “Birch” wasn’t fitting for her potential beauty so he dubbed her Betula. The meadows winds came and went. Dandelions sprout, then die, and sprout, then die again. The Seeds wished their process was as fast. Even the beautiful four legged creatures saw life and death before they got their chance to have a meaning