God's Eternal Curse

I am a bad seed. I didn't know this the first time I was left in the field. I look forward to the day when I will suddenly sprout and grow into a flower, a grass, or even a tree. Autumn passes quickly. I had a very cold winter. People are very happy. They say that the heavy snowfall in winter means that next year's harvest will be good. I don't understand how snow can get involved with crops. Spring is here, and the seeds that were scattered around me a few days ago have sprouted green buds, but there is no movement on my part. Summer is here, and those buds have grown up long ago. They climb up the shelves built by people and grow huge leaves. "Oh my, you have blocked all my sunshine, how will I grow up?" I complained, but they laughed. I didn't pay attention, I just smelled the faint fragrance of albizia flowers and fell asleep. Autumn is here, and the fruits they bear have been picked, but I haven't sprouted them yet. Winter is here and I have no sprouts. It's spring again, and new seeds are sown. It's autumn again, and new fruits are being picked. I understand, it turns out that I can't sprout. Because I am a bad seed. So no one will water me, and no one will care whether those vines block my view and steal my sunshine. So I won't grow up.