Seeds, seeds, seeds. . .they are falling everywhere and landing on the ground. They are lit as if to not be missed. They will, come spring, throw shoots and grow where they have landed. And we will not be able to deny that we saw them as they fell.
sharing a love of what nature can teach us
Seeds, seeds, seeds. . .they are falling everywhere and landing on the ground. They are lit as if to not be missed. They will, come spring, throw shoots and grow where they have landed. And we will not be able to deny that we saw them as they fell.