Ubiquitous, I cover the land. So many kinds am I; if it weren’t for your dominance of me, you humans would not be what you are. Yet I live to give and to nourish. My cells tell me this.
“Give us this day our daily bread” from God? No, Mother Earth gives us to you.
Grasses for your livestock beings
Grain to eat
Lawns to tend
Landscapes to make meaning in your lives.
Why am I so prolific?
Because I JOY to be alive, to bring life to others! This is my joy, my purpose. It has ever been.
Nwyfre 