When our time comes to pass, does our entire life really flash before our eyes? Among the flash are their images of the memories we couldn’t recall while alive? How sad would it be to never see those moments in the same light again…cherish the eyes you were been born with, cherish what they’ve seen and how they saw it.

We are blossoming plants not yet in bloom.

Observe how the wind blows, gently carrying our few leaves.

Watch as the rain pounds our stems, seeping, seeping, providing nourishment for our hidden roots.

Come back a season later, a lifetime later, and marvel how we have grown,

How we have endured and blossomed into the very thing we were always meant to be.

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