She was standing tall against the wind. Her face was turned towards to the brightness of what she thought might be the Sun. She felt her toes pressing down into the sand, reminding herself of the strength of her roots. It was a time of change. What type of change was uncertain.
She could feel a strangeness in the air. It was a time to redirect her energies, but how? Her heart was expanding as her head continued to follow the brightness above her. There was growth and exuberance within her very being. Now she understood. She was becoming blossom meant to draw bees to help her kind to continue.
Witness to Change 