Lilies and selloum, anthuriums, snake plants and wood sorrels, pink bougainvilleas and crotons greet me every morning, they keep green poetry alive and in motion, as sighs of joy awaken and nourish the brightly verdant.
i walk the few steps to the small front garden...every breath taken reminds me of precious oxygen they give, we breath out carbon dioxide, they gladly accept...
i keep wondering, "where, when, and how did these mutualistic symbiotic relationships come about?" we would not...cannot survive without them.
someone's, or something's refuse, could be another's lifeline, or treasure, no one...nothing...stays an island...