garden grow
breath comes easily
each inhale lasting
enjoyment comes
with thinking of the pleasure
in
just
breathing....
ancestors, they wait.
we are slow
to learn...
all is not lost
for there is *more good in the World*
than not.
There is more
Love in the world
than fear or
any of its derivitive saplings
Plant
your
appreciation
and
water
no
complaints.
either grow like
weeds.
Either attract sunlight
with vigorous tending.
choose
wisely,
love.
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