A sprout is full of vigor and life. All of its life, DNA, and energy supply burst forth in water and darkness. All of the fertility a sprout needs is the scent of water. It does not need fertilizer, for it contains all necessary nutrients within the seed to begin its life. It starts with fragile, deep green leaves, the cotyledons. Tender and fresh, it begins to push forth first true leaves and an ultimate pattern.
The sprout is sensitive to temperature, moisture, light, and disturbance, yet full of nutrient density and tender taste, susceptible to all outside influences and threats. It rejoices in life yet can be destroyed in an instant. Desired by all, it is succulent, delicate, and decadent, unable to survive life on its own without a community working with and for it.
A deep-rooted biological community is needed for rich growth. The sprout needs soil and soil life to thrive. Its nutrients become depleted as the seed comes to life, and in turn becomes dependent upon its roots to grow deep, extending downward and outward.
A sprout is mysterious, exciting, fragile, and bursting with energy. But without community life and soil depth it will yellow and fade.
A sprout is the beginning of life, yet only through a diverse economy of soil life will it thrive and become a tree where many find shade, enjoy the bounty of its fruit, and bask in awe at the beauty of its life and splendor.
A sprout rooted in soil plus water gives way to photosynthesis and continued growth. The end of the seed is only the beginning, bearing way to new life for generations to come. A sprout seems to be independent, yet its life is dependent upon the generations that have come before it and the present community to hold its fecundity.
The sprout experiences its creation, but soon comes to learn of the world’s dangers; it begins to sink its roots deep, withstanding the many outside influences seeking to destroy it. Only the sprout that endures to the end will bear fruit, sprouts yet to come. The glory of a sprout is accepting its end, which, in turn, yields seed for generations to come.
In life there are no guarantees, no safe risks, and no foolproof successes. Yet there is hope; at the scent of water a stump will sprout again. The sprout of something new that gives hope for a life that will endure beyond our fleeting present.
Invisible made visible, like carbon from air into a plant, the sprout of Christmas, joyful, hopeful, yet humble, in a livestock trough, eternal life giving into a world that will sprout again.