The sweet seed flibbook

I woke up in a deep silence, when I opened my eyes after that storm, I did not
know what was around me; everything was new to me, nothing was like what
was remembered, there was nothing ... I was alone, with no one. Those mighty
thick-stemmed trees weren't there, you could hardly see where they were the
night before, there was only earth moving and holes everywhere. Frightened,
alone, stupefied, I began to scream, and to cry.
Suddenly and without knowing where and why, I heard a voice -that gaveseveral
voices that reached my ears, communicated but could not be seen, my
eyes and ears did not locate the sounds, but they continued, saying beautiful
things , encouraging (- "Where is she, that's fine; you're not alone, we're with
you-); but where did the voices come from? I was alone, there was nothing
around, there was no presence of life around me! Where did the voices come
from? And the answer was not long. The few leaves I had were missing, my skin
was free and with nothing to cover it. Look at my thin trunk, small and without
much to offer, but how was it? Was that possible? My friends, the tall and thick
ones were not there, the storm had ripped them away, and instead I, the weak
and frail, was there, without my mother, bald, without leaves, but there I was.
What? And the voices? Where did they come from?