A seed in late winter
On a particularly wind day, and it hasn't snowed much that year, the wind remove the last grains of soil to expose the naked seed. The inner core was still fast a sleep, in a slumber so deep you'd be forgiven to think you were talking about an inanimate object. So imagine the surprise of the outer layer seeing the sun already. This is what it had longed for all year, throughout the entire dark night of the seed, ever since it lost it's connection to the great beyond. But it was not ready! It's too cold, getting out now would surely not allow it to survive.
Just as then out er she'll was about to crack open just ever so slightly to start allowing moisture in, a big dark thump land and the seed. The soil once again covered it, and it went back to sleep.