fdelano Posted January 21, 2015 Share Posted January 21, 2015 Rolling and flat earth, the world stretches before me as I travel my small part. I cannot even comprehend this small area of vision and recognition. Flowers and weeds abound, bound to change with seasons and years. No matter. I admire or turn away from sights of beauty or not. Traveling past these growing creatures makes me feel like an intruder. Trees, shrubs, even grass, grow and die or subside. Tomorrow, all live things will have changed into new wonders. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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