Ku Hua

Ku Hua could feel the life within each plant, a soft glow. Each one had a melody of their own. It was quiet, imperceptible to most humans, but she could hear it. They were all different, and yet they all bore each other up, a harmonious song of nature. She supposed it united with the melodies of animals and people, but those she could not hear.

She nurtured the life within the plants, quietly humming their melodies. Under her skillful hands they brightened and healed. She did not simply discard the weeds that she had to remove. She would dry them out and take them to a little mound she had made to bury them, so they could return to the ground and fertilize it. That soil she would use to nurture other gardens. It was a beautiful cycle that she honored.