As I cut the grass this morn, I noticed the grass slowly rising & standing to greet the 🌞 that was moving toward it. Could almost see each blade, realizing it was time to rise up & face the day.

Nature, speaking to me. Even though forces trying to cut it down, disturbing it, stripping away it's last glory, it rose. If a single blade of grass can still rise up while troubled, so can we!

I've been a little off lately stressing @ 🛵 but, still rising up. The grass will grow again, & so shall I 💯