Kina always allowed herself a few hours in the morning to walk through the forest and heal all the dead Earth she could find. It soothed her, and gave her a good, happy basis to start her day on.<br/>Her mother would have said, "Kina, this is the circle of life. Things are born and then they die, it's the way things are."<br/>And Kina would have mumbled, "Just because they are, doesn't mean they should be."<br/><br/>Kina's mood saddened as she thought of her parents. They had always been there to give her guidance. But, now with them gone Kina often found herself struggling between two separate paths, feeling as if she might slip through the cracks between them at any moment.<br/>Kina stopped to appreciate a lovely yellow rose bush. It was beautiful, in full bloom, but dead in the center of it was a darkened and wilting little flower.<br/><br/>Anyone else would have simply seen a dead flower. A dead flower that threw off all the aesthetics of a pristine rose bush. But, Kina saw a chance for new life. A chance for a second chance, if you will. She placed her fingers on the stem of the little wilted flower, and focused on the flower being full, and bright, and beautiful. She watched as the color slowly came back, fading all the brown spots to a buttery yellow, and then brighter and brighter. Next, Kina focused on the petals becoming more firm, holding the flower up so that it wasn't so droopy. When Kina was satisfied she bent down and landed a kiss right on top of the flower, and moved on at a leisurely pace.