1 July and bloom.

A plant seed when nurtured grows out of the Earth beautifying itself at it's most possible . The one tiny seed with it's root so held on tight to the soil, growing till it blossoms the season. The phase which every lively being comes in the way.

Just how metaphorically life was put out to a young girl named "July",by her mother . The narration of the plant inculcated in the young girl so much that she knew nothing more to herself as for aspects of life.

Not knowing how she had been nurtured all the way through . Lingering thoughts in her head about being such delicate as a seed in it's peak time to outgrow.Self-pity had been engulfing her sooner,there,that was July taking her mother's narration all the way to it's odds.