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?
Yes!!🙌 ❤️🥰
☀️🥰🌻
LOVE!
(Reminds me of that song lyric, “If you left the grave behind you so can I” ❤️)