SelfPub: Without love, humans wither

Without love, humans wither like cut flowers in a crystal vase whatever they may adhere to, like beautiful, no matter how smell may dry up in the autumn in the cold dark.
Falls from the branches of a maple last leaf, gracefully flying, but falls right into a puddle. And after November comes the cold, and seem to live in the Park extinct... were some skeletons of dead trees. But again coming March, followed by April, with the cold slush, and the snow - drops. Again, everything comes alive...
As souls?
- Probably...
If only to plant a rose from the vase in the ground, fertilize the soil and watered profusely. The cut flower is a big and strong spreading rose Bush will appear suddenly.
And you only need: the warmth of caring hands.