I was strolling down the street. I glimpsed a soul's shadow. Its heart was broken, and all I could see was tedium. It was crying out for assistance, but nobody could hear it.
It set out on its voyage, feeling weary at every turn. It pondered the reason behind the tree's desire to grow as it lay adjacent to one. when daily footfall on its roots occurred After removing its leaves, they marked its body.
The tree knew that one day it would be chopped off and utilized That being said, the surrounding species benefited from the oxygen the tree offered. For others, it served as a haven and a defense against predators. It provided nourishment and a haven for both flowers and animals.
All the tired souls needed a new heart, so the shadow made up its mind to give them all new hearts. It began assisting spirits who were not glowing as brightly as they should have. It aimed to support them as they developed into something like the tree. For it was that which kindled its heart and restored the brightness of other spirits.
I continued to see the soul's shadow over time. It supported the growth of flowers. Soil and seeds were being irrigated. Finding food and a place to live was what it was doing for the cubs.
The shadow wasn't boring this time. It had an almost dazzling brightness about it. It was full of vitality and not exhausted. Furthermore, it was ultimately grinning if you looked very closely.
