PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I remember that my uncle used to like plants a lot. (Every single one of them at earth’s surface). His liking towards these interesting organisms started when he was a kid and eventually continued until someday he decided to enroll in a major that involved agricultural and agrotechnological issues. His affinity towards plant cells didn’t seem to end, his house slowly began to suffer the consequences of this behavior as it filled little by little with flowers, herbs, cactus, trees, shrubs and other species whose names were everything but simple. Destiny seemed to help his desires as he married a woman who shared that same devotion. I can even recall the struggling I had as a kid when trying to enter his house, the entrance was completely surrounded by giant leaves that didn’t seem to come from any trunk. Those big green ovals flied around me and I swear I would have lost myself in that place if I’ve had no help from my parents to find the way. In addition, insects found the place extremely comfortable, and that was good and bad at the same time because I was able to observe new and strange types of insects but indeed they were able to fly and sting whenever they wanted. Once inside the house, it was no different. Plants were someway sweeter and smaller but they did found themselves all over the house. Persuaded by some plants, he built a greenhouse with the help of some of his colleagues. That place became his, and it began to work as an extension of his house. There were some differences, as he could try and carry out more ambitious projects and experiments. His creativity seemed to have found the correct place to develop its full potential. For weeks, the greenhouse was his home and for weeks, he found joy along with the people who also enjoyed the work. Knowledge came to be the best tool to apply, he was a pioneer in the hydroponic field and his determination matured along with his persistence. Ultimately, he tried to aim for what seemed impossible. He loved plants, all of them. Why wouldn’t he be able to grow species that belonged to other places? Years it took to fully grow strawberries and other type of fruits that were deemed impossible to grow in the region, but he managed it with enough conviction.  Plants, plants and plants. That was it. Plants aren’t supposed to trigger emotions, plants aren’t supposed to change lives… perhaps they’re more alive than what we thought.