myth for wild strawberry

Would if all the plants get destroyed at the same time? 

Well, this happened once. All the world was dark and cold and a cloud passed over the moon, sun and stars. All of the light shone through layers of smog. 

But people still lived. They lived in houses and they talked on the phone, they worried about the decisions they had to make and they talked about the weather, which existed, though it was often dull, often the same. 

Because no one fell in love. Not one person fell in love. It was as if a cloud had covered their emotions too. Because of this no one knew the language of their hearts, and they had a sadness deep within. 

But there was a seed. It had been passed down from generation to generation. It lived in all people, though it was asleep. 

A crack occurred, all at once in the chest of a human, and they were inclined to look into the sky and saw drops of rain begin to fall before the clouds parted, only for a moment. And all at once they saw that there was so much life around them. They looked into the eyes of the person with whom they had been traveling all the way here, with whom they had shared food, and walked, with whom they had seen sunrises and the moon, and this person saw that it was familiar brilliance in their partner’s eye. They saw, also, an impossible depth which they wanted nothing more than to know.

They reached to hold their persons hand, and where their fingers touched, a strawberry appeared.

This is why, when we eat strawberries: we must remember the touch in everything around us. We must remember that love it more than an object.

If all the plants get destroyed we may plant the seeds we were given in love.