I’ll bend, you know. Each time you kick or stomp me underfoot. Though your sustenance comes weak as winter sun, I’ll thrive, you know and grow to cover every corner of the meadow where you lie. I’ll rise, you know. Rise and rise– I’ll rise. Ryan Stone

via Take Care, the Grass — days of stone

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