Tender heart makes for good soil.

Only use what seeds the farmer has.

Pain mends the soil yet the mind twists crop.

The wind strengthen the roots.

When we bend and break it gives us more room to grow.

Beauty is for the ones that are willing to see it.

Fidelity in the my stems, but the stems are easily forgotten when the pedals fall away.

Find my want, and my need is readily ignored.