Story
When the first snow fell, all the animals of the meadow hurried to their winter homes — the squirrel to her oak hollow, the mouse to her grass nest, the bear to his cave.
But under the ground, deeper than any of them, the little seeds lay in the dark and listened to the snow falling far above, soft as a lullaby.
"Are you afraid of the dark?" a young seed asked an old one.
"No," said the old seed. "The dark is where we do our resting. The snow is not our enemy — it is our blanket. And inside each of us there is a little green secret that no winter can touch."
"What is the secret?" asked the young seed.
"Spring," said the old seed. "Go to sleep now. We are keeping it safe together."
And above them the snow fell and fell, tucking the whole world in.