So often I marvel at these pods.
At their tenacity and strength.
At their ability to hold so tightly on.
In the rain. In the wind. In the occasional early season snow.
I wondered about the strength it might take for them to let go.
To fly free.
To not know.
To trust in the universe to guide and lead.
To plant their seed.
To begin again.
Why is it that they cling so tight?
Can someone tell me?