In several shabby pots in the backyard, several green plants broke. No one care, no one has been asked.
In July last year, I moved here, I saw them at a glance. They hide the corner, quietly, such as abandoning infants like a wire. Continued high temperatures in the same day, they did not fall to the rain, they can so insisted and tenacious. I can't help but reach out and want to feel this rare persistence. I have not submitted the stem responsible for transporting life nurse, I turned into a fragment.
The body has died, still strongly raises noble head, and laughing in the death report, so that it is actually moved.
In the next two days, I began to care about this group of cute wild children. I am looking at them, imagine how long it is so lively. Surprisingly, they all withered, dead!
Perhaps it is a sense of God, a beautiful thing is always difficult; maybe life itself is a dignity, does not need the compassion of others; maybe in the holidays and the strength of the opposite, only one of them, it is not The strong life of life; perhaps ...
dwater 2004-05-02
