Such Monstrous Ambiguity

Have you seen those pine cones tightly holding secrets?  

Did you know there are seeds in the middle?

There are seeds deep inside.

Smooth, brown, wood chips, stacked and ready to fly.

They wait for the watering, the warmth of the sun.

They wait for the longer days, and a safe place to lie.

What a monstrous ambiguity, from a tiny speck to a giant tree.  

This paradox bears such potential for a life of harmony.