Homegrown 

A tree rises in our mind’s light. It is lush with green speakings and bird-song sympathies. Heart leaves fed by grace’s rains. Stones and shadows cleared to make room for roots of new illuminations. In this garden, humanity, compassion, and wisdom have a place for ripeness. From sunrise to sundown, may this fruitful bounty feed our souls. May it discourage darkness from suffocating all the goodness we’ve grown.

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