These plants so full, they´ve given me so many.
This love of earth of sky of the air to breathe.
These crops so high and so abundant some miracle hand tickling their capillary roots.
What a miracle, what a blessing, to see this world bloom through them.
Plants so thick so shiny with the rhythm of weeks in this fertile land i´ve tilled.
This soil the long earthworms have turned with their will.
Plants weaving themselves round and upwards with nature´s reason.
The warm month´s graceful fuel injections ignited through the seasons.
Even the storm damage doesn´t render the cultivation invain.
The slug bites, the brutal spring winds or even the heavy summer rains.
My sacred plants worshipping the sun, I tended you to hear your secrets.
I tended you to understand your life as a cycle, your language in silence.
Your fragrant flower spoke to my nose in sweet tones, your fruit spoke to my taste and convinced it beyond a doubt.
A flower as small as a spark lighting up an inch of a concrete city.
Or a tree of flowering fireworks majestically stealing the attention of the whole street.
The magic in your root, the strength in your stem, and the life in your leaves.
So if you see some dirt that you can throw a seed in...
Let´s make our way one day to the modern garden of Eden.
Plants, your energy is my medicine and passing your patch is a most valuable moment...
True tranquility.
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