We Earth-bound water droplets can achieve great heights in only two ways–to be part of a fountain or a waterfall. We’re all grateful for this gig. Waterfall droplets end up on the rocks.
The dancing waters fountain at The Island, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.
I’ve heard some of the other houseplants chant “Live Free or Die,” but I’d miss the air conditioning.
JACKPOT! We sunbeams live for a chance to be artistic. When we leave here I’m going to have to try to be humble.
No, I do understand, Mr. Tree. I would be upset too if I had to be out in the bitter cold watching an indoor plant enjoying heavenly warmth, ideal humidity, regular feedings, frequent grooming, and owners who lavish me with love and adoration. Did I mention the great view?
One’s reputation is important,
but mine’s in question, alas;
since the day I was born,
they’ve called me stained glass.