You don’t have that same intense curiosity in your eyes anymore, and you know it. You stopped fanning the spark, and let the flames settle down. Everyone knows how much of you the blaze consumed, but you don’t have to do none of that for us; None of this will get it all back, and we all missed the forest anyways. Thankfully it will grow back in the time between now and eternity; and knowing you, that’s got to be your plan. You’re smart, you know you need the trees, and soft grounds to walk across. What happened to your wilderness will always be a singe to your senses, but it won’t bother you so much. You know you’ve got to be able to start again from your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss – That’s the joy of growth.
Yes there is much to be sowed, as infinite to be reaped.
Would you know the difference between self and wheat!