I nearly cried yesterday when I saw the plump green shoots sprouting up from the cool, black soil where only days before I had planted the seeds how is it possible that we overlook such a miracle more often than not what unbelievable beauty to be taken for granted breathtaking metamorphosis this morning as I'm driving I watch the hillsides filling out bushy bulbs of quivering leaves have taken the place of yesterday's spindly trees when everything gets too heavy I am humbled by this mystery how is it I am able to forget these ever present moments of majesty or keep them from gripping me
Protect the Innocent 