Days of life

Every three days I have to water my life. Day by day, I have left that life watered. That life becomes my flower, which really needs to be watered four hours three times a week. I need six seeds and grains to make my flower seeded and gained, to avoid my flower withering. Sometimes it’s complicated to think about it, but it’s worth living it. My days of life, my life of days that need to be lived sound and safe. Safe? Yes, but sound.