It all begins with the soil.
It holds under pressure and nurtures the seed.
Fertile soil will provide all you need.
Its supply will never deplete.
Life comes from it.
It can produce shade or bare fruit.
The fruit can be bitter or it can be sweet.
The soil never lies.
The love always show.
Pro tip.
Don't waste time watering things that will never grow.
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HLH© 8/27/22
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