Except for hydroponic flowers, but who wants to be a hydroponic flower anyway. If you’re going through a tough time right now wondering how much more you can take, take courage. Would you rather be growing in clean smelling mineral stripped soft white sand, or wholesome dark constantly manured on soil? Take deep root in it. Extract every nutrient you can find. Don’t waste a thing. Don’t miss a thing. Stay sober and clear headed so you can feel everything. Grow tall and strong as close as you can reach towards the sun, and smile into that lovely face of his. Because the rains will come, uprooting the shallow rooted, the soft white sanded.

Be happy! Without rain everything wilts and dies. Drink up! Love life.

Sway in the breeze. Be free!