I started writing little stories after my father passed. He was an avid gardener, and he and my mother always put food out for the birds and carefully tended a garden of flowers. The stories helped me remember him, and as I wrote them, I was transported to my childhood, ignoring most of what he taught me as I trampled the flower beds playing football. The morning songs of birds and the beauty of nature are often taken for granted, much like the time we have left with our loved ones; so always take a few moments, just for yourself.
Bustling through daily lives, human beings are ignoring the calling of birds, buzzing of the bees and the colours of changing seasons, thereby losing connection with nature; a powerful force that heals.
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