You were planted by hands of the weary. Soil damp from sweat and tears seep into your roots. Protected from harsh pesticides you thrive in one’s garden. The season is changing, and your leaves don’t seem to weather the environment. Falling gently to the earth you thirst for the proper nutrients. The sun hidden behind midnight’s day weeping moon begins to play. Floods overtake the garden. Unknowingly in drought you misunderstand the storm for chaos.

Dear Reader,

Often times we aren’t aware of our own dehydration until our roots are tested by the out pour of uncontrollable circumstances.

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