On a drive through central Texas recently, I admired the colorful splashes of wildflowers along the highways. I couldn’t help but think about how the showy blooms started as small seeds that lay dormant in the ground for months and then slowly started to germinate before finally sprouting through the surface, ready to join the world of the top-dwellers. If a seed could talk, what would it say of that journey? Of the patience and perseverance required of it?