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One day I felt a deep longing, an urgent need to be close to the earth. So, I decided to garden every day. After three seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have been tending flowers and plants in the garden I call my secret garden for three years. Stopping in a garden with blooming flowers made me religious again. In the book in front of me, some words are prayers, confessions, and confessions of love for the earth and nature. The earth is not a dead, lifeless, silent being, but a living being, a living organism. Even stones are alive. Today we are exploiting it brutally, ravaging it, and thus destroying it completely. The earth asks us to take care of it and treat it well. "Care" has the same etymological origin as "beauty". If you love it, you must praise it. The texts in this volume are all hymns, praising the earth.