In the garden of life some rain must fall. Sometimes it falls gentle and light, somtimes not at all.
Sometimes the rain is like a storm that beats your gowing plants to the ground. In the tide of life some plants are beatdown yet still potential and green..
In the garden once young and green standing straight and tall, the potential unlimited the future true green.
Depressing as it can be to see your plants soil covered beatdown and still green you prop them up and hope for new green.
Looking to be proped up the depression so mean. Not feeling so green more like green pea.