“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”-John Muir
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.
Don’t pick, kill and destroy flowers to make me happy. I’ve never wanted dying nature in my hands. Instead take my hand and lead mme to the flower garden with all these flowers, where hope and souls are blossoming among us. There, you will find my appreciation.
I was feeling kind of bad about myself, so I made a thing.
Just remember: wildflowers might be odd-looking, poisonous, unpopular, too brash, too frail, too much or too little of so many things, but they are still beautiful, and so are you. And someone, somewhere will appreciate that.