If the wild geraniums reach their thin, celery-colored stems toward the sky and still withstand the wind, can’t I?
If the brown-speckled bird tapping on my window persists, confident there’s something more to be seen, can’t I?
If the hills dip and rise, offering rugged curves He designed, can’t I?
If the oak sheds its bronze leaves in what should be a sprouting spring, can’t I?
If the kale—a winter crop—continues to flourish despite summer sneaking in, can’t I?
If the sunflower seeds brave insects and downpours and still break free into lush stalks of green, can’t I?
If the boulders never budge or question their inherent strength, can’t I?
If the orange blossoms trade fragrant petals for nourishing fruit—both beautiful—can’t I?
If the snap peas twist and climb into gorgeous vines not knowing where they’ll arrive, can’t I?
Yes!!🙌 ❤️🥰
LOVE!