I whisper to my saintly plants, they have always listened to my loads of woes without getting irritated a bit.
I water my saintly plants whenever I feel they need it, they have never taken more than what their bodies demand.
I live amidst my saintly plants, they never shown any resentment to my ghostly presence.
I pluck fruits and beautiful flowers that adorn their branches as if I owe them as a matter of right; They have never stopped producing them, in protest.
I trust the silence of my saintly plants more than the preachings of any human saint.