Roots spread into the soil like fingers finding their grip.
Abstract latticework finds nutrients to fuel the building
of stems, leaves and flowers. Growth is assured, though
not a given. Neighbors arrive and begin their process
as well. Miniature forest canopies are erected. Pillbugs,
Beetles, and Ants traffic the dirt below the leaves. Down
pours arrive with casual evening certainty upon the stems
and colored blossoms. A steady life of simplicity begs for
no complexity, merely the chance of continuance in abject
perpetuity. A clear and oozing trail is blazed early each
morning as the snail begins its long commute.
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