A tree grows best in its home soil. I myself am a thistle seed carried far by hopeful winds to sprout precariously in foreign soil. Time will tell if my fate is to be the woody pioneer of a weed patch, then brush and finally a forest, or if I'll just be uprooted in the next harrowing, dried up and forgotten far from familiar land. And always remember, even forests can fall.
Such dedicated transcription of a moving, thought-provoking speech, for us nomads and settlers alike.
A tree grows best in its home soil. I myself am a thistle seed carried far by hopeful winds to sprout precariously in foreign soil. Time will tell if my fate is to be the woody pioneer of a weed patch, then brush and finally a forest, or if I'll just be uprooted in the next harrowing, dried up and forgotten far from familiar land. And always remember, even forests can fall.