He brings us snow from the fleecy clouds;
He sends us the springtime showers;
He gladdens our world with the light of love
And fills its lap with flowers.
Some day, as softly as he came,
He will pass through the open door,
And we who sing at his coming now
Will never see him more.
—Marie Zetterberg.
[HOW PLANTS GROW]
| trunk | halves | dissolves | juice |
| swells | course | openings | blood |
Cut an apple into halves and take out one of the little brown seeds. How small it is! Now look at an apple tree. Did the apple tree come out of a little brown seed like the one you hold in your hand?
You say that it did. Look again. Which is larger, the seed or the apple tree? And now you laugh, as you say: "Of course an apple tree is larger than an apple seed." Then there must be something in the apple tree that was not in the seed.