Sprout is buried deep in the dark, warm soil. He taps his tiny shell against a cold pebble. Tap. Tap.
A raindrop patters on Sprout’s head, making him shiver. He pushes a thin white root downward into the soft dirt. The root feels slippery and strong.
Sunlight warms the ground above, but Sprout stays still. He stretches a green shoot upward, pushing through the heavy clumps of clay. The soil crumbles away with a dry crunch.
Suddenly, a bright yellow sunflower looms over him, blocking the light. Sprout stops growing and looks up at the giant leaves.
A ladybug crawls across his stem. Ticklish.
Sprout bursts open, revealing a vibrant red petal that unfolds with a soft whoosh.
The wind rustles the petals, creating a gentle melody. He stands tall, glowing in the sun.
He stands tall, glowing in the sun. The garden feels alive and bright.
