May we raise children
who love the unloved
things – the dandelion, the
worms, and spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown &
someone has to speak for those
who have no voice
may they draw upon that
wilder bond, those days of
tending tender things
and be the ones.
-- Nicolette Sowder, author and naturalist, found at https://wilderchild.com/
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