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A thing in nature has merely grown.
A couple of little-little yellow tulips
in the saddest garden of the world.

Nobody planted nor watered them,
so no expectations were made
for a mere growth like that.
However, as things in nature
always merely grow and
due to a negligent lack of
supervision in their upbringing,
those bulbs finally rooted
strong and virtuous.

Please don’t fear such unusual lives,
nor suffer for their survival,
as little-little plants like these
are not even self-aware!

On second thought, maybe yes,
let’s go for their rescue,
they are so outsiders and
wild possessors of such a
negligent and dangerous
life like their one.

But before any intervention,
let us read some verses and
joyful words, just to introduce
ourselves to be able to
stop and break into another
sacred land, again, and again.

Once having initially talked
with the yellow flowers they
express a deep concern and
summon us to new dialogues
as their voice has never been
heard, they say.

They promise a new, and
fresh, set of messages,
so ready, so new, they
say, if we are ready,
but are we ready, already?