NEVERENDING HORIZONS

And so it rains and nothing new is nurtured, unless the plants count and tell me about that. Since if the plants count, we find a voice so gentle and clear, nourishing the plants and nourished from the plants.

Spring nourishing stream. Passing the life force forward through forrests, onwards to animals like humans and foxes. Passing through these creatures flushing their surplus and offering this nourishment to the soil, the ocean.

Gratefully received by growing species, delicately selecting what is right for them and taking exactly that into them for fulfillment of potential.

Do you dream of neverending horizons? Do you know what you can build? Is there something you need, darling?

I know, I know. Sweet shimmering sunlight on the tip of your nose. Knowing that you spent your time right. An idea of how to answer the question,

‘How are you?’