Seeds are always small. I am not optimistic, but I am hopeful. I don't assume a harvest, but I don't shove what seeds I have in my pocket either. We need to plant seeds. Ignore the falling branches in the canopy. Where one thing rots, another thrives. There's green coming up if you have an eye for it.
Poetry of the next age, who knows what that will be? But at the rate earth is going, will English of any sort still be around? Most young people can no longer even read cursive writing, and isn't language, as in grammar, at the lowest point ever in the west and still getting worse? Are you optimistic for the future? I have mixed hope for the future.
Seeds are always small. I am not optimistic, but I am hopeful. I don't assume a harvest, but I don't shove what seeds I have in my pocket either. We need to plant seeds. Ignore the falling branches in the canopy. Where one thing rots, another thrives. There's green coming up if you have an eye for it.
Poetry of the next age, who knows what that will be? But at the rate earth is going, will English of any sort still be around? Most young people can no longer even read cursive writing, and isn't language, as in grammar, at the lowest point ever in the west and still getting worse? Are you optimistic for the future? I have mixed hope for the future.
Your response is wonderful. May the wonderful become real.