DIARY OF STEPHEN 5

I've just literally returned home. It seems that I am engrossed in my leafy garden in my hometown, which can keep me busy, make me happy and change my little world. Plants often speak in a whisper, so you need to listen closely to every pleasing sound they produce. As far as I am concerned, they have a mighty healing power that can transcend everything else.

Luscious landscapes always render me stupified. When I observe plants, I often cast my eye over leaves. Leaves can run the gamut of colour, from green, red, orange, gold, and brown. They can be Nature's flyers, wind rustlers, whisperers, shiverers, chlorophyll carriers, and tiny oxygen factories.
When my world is grey and shaky, plants are there for me at my worst. Through the cracks in the road, trees grow and sprout. They are my friends which lends a sympathetic ear to me every once in a while. Therefore, I can get away from the daily grind.



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