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Wind whispers tales of seeds flying around; to fall into the dark corners of earth, vanish, to reappear as green leaves alive and eager to grow, greet the sun, flourish, and give buds of beautiful flowers to please: with colours, fragrance, form…
Wildflowers in all colours in my garden, remind me of meadows, countryside, woods, where I would like to live instead. Wild, without man-made rules, with only the order of nature. Seeds become flowers, plants to return until infinity, eternal…
May I be the one flying around with winds, falling, to give life, beauty, scent, colour and live forever in nature, endlessly happy?

 

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