I’m confident that roses appreciate the masses who pass them by without shoving a nose in their stomachs. I’m sure the tree’s don’t mind having so many people willing to name them. Tiny knives carving letters of two wrapped in lopsided hearts. And river rocks appreciate being thrown. They spend their lives trying to get from one spot to another. Not any spot in particular, just a spot and to be thrown helps that Iliad-esque journey. Wish-bones feel sad for the losing party and tend to grant both wishes. Horse-shoes were said to be lucky to make the horses feel less sad about losing their foot-wear. Snow bunnies prefer the term Winter Coat Rabbit and are notorious for not paying their acorn taxes. The rivers appreciate you holding your breath when you slip into their skirts and it’s okay to open your eyes under there. They have nothing to hide. You can wish upon stars but don’t be sad when they put no faith in you. Pine cones are in no way associated with hand grenades and would very much like to break that stereotype. Words of wisdom was a phrase coined by a well respected Moss General during the great Lichen crusades. Ashes don’t hold a grudge, a stream is content with being just that. a stream and Snails can hold their liquor.

I know all this because I asked.