There are quiet lives that live around us.

We dont notice their struggles or trials because they never complain. They sit quietly through the winter and cry out joyfully in the spring. There are more of them than you could ever count, and yet we never take notice of their small lives.

Here is a story about the lowest of creatures, an outcast even among his own kind.

Here is a story about the humble thistle and how he found what beauty is.