Invisible teacher and budding plants

I would never let my pieces fall, like petals of roses scattered by the wind, all pieces are so important of moments lived and built, with tears of emotion and efforts of reason. The earth is a vast space for seeds full of ambitions, there are seeds falling all the time on earth, trying to give something, life's attempts amidst so many seeds that come, sprout, germinate, dry. All in their stages of days with many conflicts of dreams and frustrations, all in their stages of life facing the uncertainties of now and tomorrow, dreams in plants can avenge in the virgin land, others can not.

The planet could be an immense clay given to the seed men and their dreams their fuel that stirs the heart. Everything that can grow on the earth can become something, just surpass the most crucial part that is born, rest is learning. The great invisible teacher, gives opportunity, and time beautiful plants, perishable and full of will. Time in the clay world is esseial, brings dedication.

We may be plants in the world of clay, warmed by warm moments of the sun, renewed by liquid wills of water, and maintained over time by salt. Between sprouting, and drying it, lies learning.

  

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