30 Trails to Woods and Waters 



" Sometimes when the day was warmer 

 than usual, and the heat penetrated to the 

 deep gloom of the dense forest, the seed felt 

 a longing or a desire, for something, it knew 

 not what. Then it seemed to the seed that 

 something was calling to it from above, but 

 the feeling soon passed and the seed kept on 

 dreaming. 



" At other times the seed was conscious of 

 .power within itself, a force that made it rest- 

 less, a memory that was calling, a desire that 

 was stirring, a hope that had not yet been 

 fulfilled. Finally one warm summer morning 

 the seed thought it felt something tugging 

 at its very inner self. Then it awoke, and 

 pushed up through the mold. 



" It was much brighter and more cheerful 

 above the mold and the seed was glad that 

 it had obeyed the call, but who it was that 

 called it, the seed did not at first know. 

 Finally, down through the treetops there fell 

 a warm pencil of light, vibrant and delicious. 



" It touched the tiny, pale sprouting seed- 

 ling with its warmth and then the seedling 



