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.
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.
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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