there lived a little plant that feared the sun - July 11, 2012 Amy there lived a little plant that feared the sun - below the ground, the sun's light was not known; in tales, its heat and brightness often grown unbearable, to frighten little ones. the plant, in fear, determined to forgo the food that would its roots and branches feed and cowered instead below, staying a seed and trying desperately not to grow, 'til, shriveled, trembling, a tendril found a way beyond the plant's weak consciousness and, creeping, creeping toward the bright surface, pushed through the soil, making not a sound. and suddenly the plant awoke in fright not knowing how, or why, or when, or who had caused the creeping tendril to push through and bare the plant's poor state before the light. it searched for shade and, finding none, then tried retreating back into its soil grave but, failing, found instead the bright sun gave vitality and life to what had died. the tendril, reaching further toward the sun, began to pull upon the deeper shoots 'til, stretching, seeking, furling out its roots, the plant exulted in its freedom won. "why did you fear me?" asked the sun the plant. "i did not know you, and i was afraid to leave the comfort of my home in shade. i feared you would be painful to withstand." "a plant that has not light can never grow - it needs the light as creatures need the air. but fear not - light is beautiful and fair and seeks to fill your needs to make you whole." "i now can see the earth in which i stand determines much of who i will become. also the food, as well as rains that come, help me to be the best plant that i can. but i cannot stay down there all my life, or - as it happens - short my life will be. and so i thank you for reviving me and saving me from death, and pain, and strife." and so, with nourishment from earth and rain and sun together, tall and strong it grew, until the small, limited life it knew seemed but a memory of tiny pain. the plant now greets the sun's bright morning rise with jubilation, gratefulness, and love, reaching its branches to the light above, and adding to the beauty of the skies.