Pumpkin

The yellow flower opened, long ago, it blossomed and then wilted. And when it fell away from the green vine, a small green sphere remained. At first it was nothing, the size of a grape. But, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, it began to grow. It bulged and swelled, seeming far too large for the vine that held it. Then, the color began to change. From mossy green, to a greenish yellow, to a yellow orange, and finally settling on a thick orange. As leaves gathered around it, and the warm summer air changed to a crisp fall, the pumpkin sat proudly in its patch. Its future was unsure, whether it would be a pie, or bread, or a jack-o-lantern. But for that day in autumn, it just sat and enjoyed the day.