The sun has set and darkness is carving out spaces for itself. A curious hand brings something that looks strange. Shh! Can you hear the leaves crying silently, exhibiting symptoms of thirst ? Nature shows its creative bent.
A young n' emerging leaf, eager to grow, sharing its glowing and healthy look, thanks to a readily available, and strengthening support network, during the early years.
A bit of green peeking out from the pages of a book seems to be saying... waiting for those caring hands to pick me up so that me and my friends can swing merrily, high up, as fresh n' welcoming festoons, over doorways, over heads passing through, that are sometimes wise, at times funny, sometimes young, at times old.
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