Is This How I Look To Them?

Is this how I look to plants?  They have no eyes, but surely they sense.  A dark shadow abruptly blocking their sun...and then a  rush of precious water reaches their roots?  Or a blade cuts sharp, and they cry out though voiceless, and grow afresh from their wounded places.

Shadow self-portrait

How if we can be like plants?  Sensing gifts from unknown givers, able to grow afresh, resolute and stalwart, in brilliant color,beauty emerging from painful wounds. 


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