In the ancient gardens of forgotten longevity, the citrus stands, bearing the weight of history and anticipation.
Learn: not all growth is linear, not all journeys defined by linearity. The limbs of the citrus traverse paths unchosen by the unburdened fruit. Observe: remain poised as unwoven baskets, each strand holding but also releasing.
Remember: the prime seed fractures to reveal both root and stem—a dual existence pointing toward earth and sky. Wisdom lies in the fracture itself, occupying the infinitesimal space between soil and air. Behold: as daylight transcends through leaf, and truth forms its tentative hue, withheld from effortless sight.