a mere object you are, at first
inside the seed contains a whole mystery
I plant
I wait
I shower you with love ... and water
& here you come, your arrival is here
you stretch to reach the sun, you've awoken.
you're here, hello
but I am nothing, God is the one who made you
grow.
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Every plant we see takes us into their beauty.
Andy
love thiss
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