Nothing is perfect. In a productive morning, something is bound to fail. No one is immune to the desperate claws of indolence.

Even in the smallest cracks, sloth decays. To a person, this can is no more than an instrument of joy. But to the vegetation, this foreigner declares anarchy. As a spectator, the school is rendered useless. As their priorities shackle them down, staff become victims, just like an enthralled fly watching the descending footsteps of its killer.

Even in the smoldering heat-compounded by eminent smoke- nature finds a way to have fun. In an almost rebelling tone, this plant downs a red coat. Like he’s flipping the bird to all his opposition. To the bugs he yells “You see this red? It’s your target, so give me your worst!”. To the rabbits he laughs uncontrollably, confidently boasting his suit of “immunity”.

It shows that even plants have a limit to their patience.

Atoning for her little brother, this mint is calm. She wears elegant crests to celebrate prosperity. Her outer greens are warm like a queen’s hand gracing her kingdom. Her gentle thorns decorate her crown like the gems of fallen empires.

As a servant of the queen, this viola stands tall, his valiant colors acting as a flag of pride. The yellow innards confirm his soft and caring character, while the deep purple highlights respect in the darkest hour. 

Standing alone, this valiant soldier renews his vows; day-in, day-out he devotes himself to the queen, rejecting any desires that may distract him. He views his loneliness as a testament to his resolve, a literal incarnation of being one in a million.

Strained petals, withering leaves, extinguishing cores, these are clearly singers. This final curtain paints the shadow of their legacy: The tainted purple shows the resilience of their voice, the rotten stems declare their unstoppable will, and their fallen comrades represent the love of their craft. These zealous souls deny death outright. Their subconscious scratches for rest, but the drive to entertain is overpowering.

“One who plants a garden, plants happiness”.

 A testament to a forgotten past. 

 Laying in the barren garden this stone feels no sorrow. As the elder, he enjoys watching over the youth. Advocating for their needs brings peace to himself. 

But even when his pleas fall upon deaf ears, the stone remains content. In all his years, he’s found no process more reliable than that of chaos. He knows that the ruin around him will inspire peace and that the eventual peace will conceive anarchy: essential meaning that everything will be okay.

Beauty through humility, what a rare yet tasty treat. In those leaves nothing in particular is special. Instead, It’s their compliance that makes them unique.  

The way these leaves just-exist without comparison to one another, it’s breathtaking. Their juxtaposition with human nature guides us to the happiness we could have.

The way they live day by day reminisces the simple joy of being alive. Their carelessness is a paragon of youth, a portal into the appeal of youth.