Paths

I say your plants feel your pain just as
much as your love.

So, with that, I wonder if they miss me
as much as I miss them for they are an
unknown form of love connected to the
universe just as we all are…

Connected in different ways and paths one can’t describe. And sometimes, some know.

Sometimes seem different, weird, odd, can’t explain but, somehow always know.

My plants are my babies, is that weird to show?

I love them for they are loyal

and they grow, as I grow.