I love ferns.

To me, they are the symbol of life on this planet.

Resilient, yet delicate and fragile.  So intricately composed of their lacy stems and leaves.  They can grow where no other plants can, in environments that no other plants can.  Did you know when a forest fire scorches the Earth, leaving no life surviving in its wake, ferns are always the first plants to grow and begin the forest again?

When I see a fern growing I believe there is hope.

I believe anything is possible.

We are one.

We are eternal.

We are life.