Walking Trees

I behave differently at times. Yet there is a certain level of predictability even there. Talking of which I was struck with awe at a potted plant at office.

An idea which was planted in me a long time ago by some prose or verse welled up within me. There was a question which was posed by the plant.

What if... What if the plant as a seed or a cut stem, did not know that it was supposed to be this species of a plant. What if it didn't know that it was supposed to grow in a certain pattern and live in a certain way.

Maybe the Sentinel creeps arose from such errant seeds.