Words of the Constant
Pine Cone
I can hear a tiny tree inside it, trying to get out.
It'll be a tree soon!
My favorite portable Fibonacci sequence.
I suspect it will grow quickly, like most things in this world.
It's a tree baby.
Grow on, little bud.
I should plant this.
A fine tree.
Pine-scented!
One day you'll be a tree.
This baby tree is well protected by spiky armor.
It has shed its armor. Grow, baby tree!
A more outdoorsy type might be able to make something of this.
Huh, it seems to belong in the ground.
It's bursting with life.
Grow, grow!
A tiny life, ensconced in brittle death.
A tree will grow soon.
It's almost a crime not to launch this through the air.
Grow up big and strong. So I can cut you down.
Conifer seeds encased in a mature strobilus.
Conifer seeds approaching maturity.
'TIS BABY TREE
IT GROWETH
Hey there, tree seed.
You'll be a real tree soon.
I could crush this tree-seed with my hands!
It will be tree soon.
I should grow it and then chop it down!
Here comes a tree!
Th'seed o'th'tree.
Grow inta ship wood me sweet.
Aw... Little baby friends
Yay!
A PORTABLE FIBONACCI SEQUENCER
SOON THE TREE WILL GROW.