By John R. Greenwood
There is a man I know who's outstanding in his field. He grows everything from stories to animals. His gardens flourish with inspiration and creativity. Minds planted on his farm of support grow tall, with bright blossoms that lean to the sun. This man I know spreads seeds of kindness along his path, never lingering long enough to see the fruit mature, yet knowing the crop will yield a bountiful harvest for years and generations long behind. This man who stands tall in the distance speaking to us about dreams and dreamers, farms and farmers has planted in our hearts a common theme of caring.
His words embrace our thoughts, then scatters them in fertile places where one day a sprout of joy pokes up through the soil. That sprout grows and grows and is pollinated by another, until the field itself overflows the edges and spreads to fields beyond. We have grown to depend on this man for nourishment but now he needs ours in return. It is the farmer who grows encouragement who now needs to be watered by those he's grown. To you my friend in the field, we gather together and send you sunshine and welcome rain. We need you here beside us plowing through the rocks and cloudy days. We wish you good health and we patiently wait for your speedy return to the field you've so loving planted.
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