Seeds can remain dormant for thousands, even millions of years. They wait for the right environment, the right circumstances, and their surroundings let them know it's time. The princess contained the oldest seed in the world. The seed that was a seed before seeds even existed. Not only had the princess bloomed, she had flourished. She was no longer a plant or a vine, but she was a gigantic powerful tree. She could now feed all her saplings, and they returned the favor by filling her life with company and endless beauty and laughter, lots of laughter. She liked laughter the most. It helped her remember that everything could heal itself. She could now rely on her plants to take care of her completely, they were rejoicing in the fact that she had given them life. The princess wasn't only a descendant of the finned people, she was long descended from the oldest trees in existence. That's how she stayed one step ahead of everyone always, because she could predict what would happen simply because she was always the first one to do anything. She was the oldest mother there ever was, everyone and everything came from her. You can't trick mothers.

The tree mother was now preparing to die however, at least in the princess' body. The seeds that the princess had within sprouted rather unexpectedly, but continued to grow exponentially larger and stronger day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Like a time lapse video of a beautiful flower blooming so suddenly and beautifully, her life would be over in one long moment. Though she was no longer a flower, the trunk had set, the branches had grown, and all her leaves had appeared. Those around her could see the fruits developing, and they were excited. The tree mother was not only giving back with her beauty, she would now let her fruit ripen to feed everyone.

She let out the air from her body and the wind took it to all the spaces on the earth. Every ocean, every crack, every particle, every single bit of matter could smell her fruit, could almost taste it. Nobody could escape it, try as some might. Her fruit was the oldest there was, and her seeds knew everything there ever was to ever know. When others ate the fruit, they'd be free from their prisons of knowledge, free from thought, free from burden, and they would all come home to keep eating fruit. The princess' fruits were ripe, began to fall, and many came from far and wide with great fervor to collect the seeds of this ancient fruit. The ancient fruit began to grow again, and the only word that could come close to what the princess was doing was, "boom."

The way this worked was again fairly simple. The ancient tree had put those ancient seeds into her fruit so that they would be consumed. When consumed, they would pass through the creature and feed the earth. The earth fed the earth, and over time, her seed simply became the air. When the fruit was consumed it empowered the creature. When the creature died, the fruits nutrients were allowed to ferment in that body, which then fed the earth with even more potent nutrients. Because plants come from the earth, the potent fruit bearing creature's body would feed the plants. They would become the plants, they were the plants. So what the plants began to breathe out over millions, billions of years was this fermented fruit seed mix. Eventually, the seeds became the earth as it stands now, where everything and everyone was made up of these seeds. These seeds are now called cells, and cell movement is simply the germination of seeds.

Because she was the most ancient of trees, she had time to fine tune any glitches and minor issues. Now that the princess had been born and all her seeds had sprouted and were fully becoming fruit bearing trees, those around the princess knew that the environment was now ripe to allow their seeds to sprout as well. It was the young folk who started first. They were less full of the poison of rote conditioning and synthetic chemicals. The princess let her plants heal themsleves, no more tending would ever be needed from her again.

She literally let the plants take her away and they prepared for her a magnificent bed. A bed where she would eventually lay down on to to once again feed the earth. Her scent was out there, and nobody stood a chance. They walked into her beauty unexpectedly, and not a single fellow pollinator could pull them away. She didn't have to pry others away from her any longer, because the more ancient plants were running the show now. The wind helped the plants, took the scents to all parts of the world so those who cared about the princess dearly could smell that she was doing just fine. Everytime she laughed, and unstoppable wave of seeds would fly into the atmosphere and mesh into the ocean.

Her song was her laughter was her stories. There was no longer anything that any being could do to keep her seeds from pouring. The earth and wind were stronger than all the trees combined. Her beauty was in the air even more now, fermented for billions of years. The birds rode it, the deer smelled it, and the fish tasted it. With every passing minute, every second, every story told, the princess got closer to walking back into the trees, and uniting with the earth again. Then they could go back to the sun, until they chose to exist again.