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Do I speak to tree and flowers? Yes, I do… I looked at my mango trees…hey…did not I say my mango trees? How did I decide they are mine? These trees have been there before me… Just because now the piece of land is mind… so I own these?

Anyways… I get carried away from my thoughts… Today morning while doing my walk… I saw mine… no… The mango trees… I requested them to rest… they must be old and tired now…aged… still carried the load… bore sweet mangoes…fed everyone…humble…quiet…caring…giving…

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I felt happy… there was a feeling of gratitude… since I saw the mango tree waiting for one year… to bloom… to bear fruit…to ripe…to feed…so the connect was greater and sweater…

We never stop to thank the farmer and the trees to give us food… give us the breath…

Thank you mango tree…thank you all the trees… Let me plant some more…let me save some plants…to bring more smiles… to bring more thank you…

Love you life…

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