I took different grains and put them in a wet cloth. It was so interesting when life appeared from a small dry, seemingly dead seed. Still a very small, white sprout sprouted, then I planted it in the ground, and suddenly after some time, I saw a small green sprout emerge from the ground, which spread out and grew into a large plant. This is just a miracle! It fascinated me. I felt responsible for him, for his life. I studied and looked after him. I understood that this is my creation, to the emergence and life of which, I put my hand. Now my parents have a huge amount of land on the farm and I can plant and plant plants and take care of each of them!
I love my plants, I see my contribution to them, I see how they grow and how grateful they are to me. They love me, not because I am good or bad, rich or poor, they love me because I am with them, simply because I love them.
Do you love me? Will you share with me?