Life as a Seed

by Mikaela from California

A farmer went out to sow. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path. . . .

The first group of seeds landed on the path. Bob the seed asked, “How long have we been here?”

“It’s been at least six hours,” Bill answered.

“The farmer just dumped us!” Tina complained. “He’d better come back soon.”

“I see a shadow,” Bob said. “That must be the farmer now.”

“Wait a minute,” Bill exclaimed. “That’s not the farmer. It’s a bird!”

“Ahhhhh!” they all screamed.

“Yum,” the bird chirped. “Seeds are my favorite breakfast.” And he gobbled them all up.


Some fell on rocky places. . . .

The second group landed where there was very little soil. “We have a great view up here on the rocks,” Beth the sprout said.

“Yeah,” Vera replied. “But it’s getting so hot.”

The sun rose higher in the sky. “Hello, world. I’m hot stuff,” Sunbeam bragged.

“Anyone bring the sunscreen?” Jimmy joked.

“That’s not funny,” Beth and Vera grumbled.

“You’re right,” Jimmy said. “It’s so hot, I’m withering.”


Other seed fell among thorns. . . .

The third group of seeds landed among wild and thorny plants. “What an exciting place! Our neighbors are so cool,” Gwen the blossom said.

“Yeah, they grow anywhere they want,” Oscar agreed as he sprang up next to her. “Hi, neighbors!”

“Hello,” Dennis the weed growled. “I like your patch of dirt.”

“Why, thank you,” Gwen gushed. “We just moved in.”

“That’s too bad,” Dennis said. “Cause now I’m moving in.”

“Help!” Oscar cried.


Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—100, 60 or 30 times what was sown. . . .

The last group of seeds landed in the farmer’s field. “Good morning,” Howard the tall stalk said.

“Good morning to you, Sir,” John replied. “How are your little ones?”

“Multiplying,” Howard said. “I can hardly keep track of them all.”

“It’s a beautiful day!” Brianna said. “The skies are no clear, and there are no birds here to eat us.”

“Yes,” Cara said. “The neighbors are friendly, the soil tastes good, and the sun is just right. This is the perfect place to grow!”

Based on Matthew 13:3-9 (NIV)

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