[ WP ] The wind begins talking to you , and you alone .

The world is so ugly. The part that man kind decided to ruin that is. Every waking moment I sit and wonder why you would want a taco bell so bad, that you would chop down beautiful pieces of the world. Beautiful plants that produce air and beauty. Sitting in the grass is as good as sitting inside a house, in fact better. Listening to the trees, the sky and the wind. It's almost like music. All of the instruments in sinc, never off key. 
 
 I sat propping myself up with my hands, and my palms indented the soil. My chin face to face with the clouds, and my eyes closed, I just sat and listened. Most people go to church in Sundays, or sleep in. Those people do n't know that they are missing the most beautiful sight. The product of the worlds work over time. So every Sunday, I appreciate the nature, I listen to it's music that poor human ears fail to hear. I do n't talk, I do n't move, I just, listen. 
 

