I envy them. They’re brave. Seeds cast by the wind to land where they may, they stay and hold against most hot, most cold. They persevere, roots shallow yet fierce and free. They epitomize to me all that I sometimes … Continue reading
I envy them. They’re brave. Seeds cast by the wind to land where they may, they stay and hold against most hot, most cold. They persevere, roots shallow yet fierce and free. They epitomize to me all that I sometimes … Continue reading