These three little kittens are just probably one or two days old when we found them at the house's entrance. The sight of them grew amazement on my nephews' eyes, very eager to touch and held them in their hands, but there was the mother who was too protective of her newborns which are again, additions to the growing life on Earth. Like the kitten's mother, we too owe our Mother the protection it deserves.
The daisy is made prettier by the sun, its color made more vivid as it somehow mimic the summer hue. She's pretty even if its slender stem bends down as it stretches longer and grows taller. It doesn't make her less of a daisy, it just makes the scene more humbling to see.
Against all odds - the arid land, the surrounding stones, the larger mass of equal species, the pandan plant has survived. And as one with the more complicated and superior life structure, we too can weather the odds.
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