a rock is like a cookiemade up of smaller partsit becomes another object.a cookie is like a rockif i were to swallow oneit would tear my stomach apart..
i've spent more of my timelooking for nature's beautythan readingand i've read a lot.i've captured sundogs on the horizoni've trapped crepuscular rays..
clouds stretch their selfish fingersacross the untamed skyit's ours, they sneeryou can't touch itbut the wind is a fair judgeand now their turn is ove..