Once in a while ill pick up an empathic feild from a plant. And will have a conversation of sorts
I was always certain that they loved the Sun the most and loved little else. But I was corrected that during the day they love the sun, but at night when they dream, they listen closely to there favorite star singing at night. For every star there is an angel, and angels have many times been called stars themselves. It is very strange and wondeful to gaze down at every blade of grass, every flower or tree and ponder on which star is its favorite, to which angel does it love to hear singing in the radiance of its distant light...I wish i could but this peice...Out of everything youve done this really hits home for me...
C.
I was always certain that they loved the Sun the most and loved little else. But I was corrected that during the day they love the sun, but at night when they dream, they listen closely to there favorite star singing at night. For every star there is an angel, and angels have many times been called stars themselves. It is very strange and wondeful to gaze down at every blade of grass, every flower or tree and ponder on which star is its favorite, to which angel does it love to hear singing in the radiance of its distant light...I wish i could but this peice...Out of everything youve done this really hits home for me...