Two seeds fell on stone, an inhospitable matrix. Still, they took and grew up side by side but did not know that the other existed. Trees are said not to see, have emotions; sentient yes, but in a different manner than the "higher" orders. Endowed with vegetative souls, they are not endowd with cognition or the passions. Over the years the two seedlings matured and nourished by the wind, the air, water, and sand and pebbles, grew to maturity. They gazed out at the ocean, felt its mighty presence, and experienced seasonal winds, their branches swaying and bending as the forces swept over and through them, but never did they recognize one another. Another case of the man who mistook his wife for a hat or was it destiny? A monument between them and the waters marked the location where they had once met as preformed beings; it was a geometric shaped boulder, box-like, as if waiting to be opened to reveal its contents. But they did not call out to it and and they could not locomote. One day Iris appeared and pulled up the boulder's lid. Behold, within was identity and friendship, words and music and images that both could understand. and finally they recognized one another. Iris metamorphosed into the plant that reappears annually. She lives beside a pool where the solid granite nurtures and feeds her, making her fruitful.
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