the seedlings to plants tale

They were just born - raw and tender.
The lawn was pretty broad, but they stayed rooted next to each other, closely, adjacent.
Passers-by stride all over the fine greenish lawn without hesitance - including em.
The erratic weather included searing heat, sturdy wind and infinite storm.
It all slightly stagnated both their growth.
They were even their own foe - combating against each other.
But it all apparently didn't stop them from emerging from seedlings.
The whole cultivation experience was emotional.
The moments were aplenty, and they were all memorable.
Though they were just seedlings, they had emotions like humans too.
And yes, there was also the inevitable plucking part.
Alas, it wasn't both of em, it was just one out of two.
It was clearly miserable.
One plant standing on an open field, solitary, sad.
But well, only God would understand how, could comprehend why.
The gardener tugged the soloist out eventually and replanted it in his garden.
The garden was perhaps haven for every plant.
And guess where was it planted?
A fine reserved spot.
Right next to it.