Pomme

You have found me this little seed when flying by and are not to sure what to do with it. I will tell you that this seed can be anything you need it to be. Mother nature is everywhere you look. She is under the sea as all the lovely coral petty but sharp. On the mountains clinging to spots few dare to go. Burning it to the ground and it grows back faster then before. I can be a lovely dandelion gentle and free, a mighty red wood strong and watchful when fighting for you and your lair or a wise Strangle vine starting off so small then taking over and enemies before they know it for they know it for you and you god. All I ask is that you name me so I may tell your god your name. The one that fed me and cared when I was in your care!