Asleep within the seed the power lies,
Foreshadowed pattern, folded in the shell,
Root, leaf, and germ, pale and half-formed.
The nub of tranquil life, kept safe and dry,
Swells upward, trusting to the gentle dew,
Soaring apace from out of the enfolding night.
An extract from - The Metamorphosis of Plants - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
