open your hand. quickly now! here, take this. it’s a little bug wearing a suit of armor. he’s sworn to protect you by any means necessary, even at the cost of his life. he told me it would be a great honor to die in your service, but an even greater one to live as your friend.
we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
I'll cry over spilled milk and lonely animals and old calendars and snow turning to slush and broken robin's eggshells and lost receipts and everything else