Everything you see is an echo of what is there.
Wind cannot whisper but it screams longing to be seen by the tide as it hides away from the sun that shines bright so the moon can shine brighter.
As it shines on the people. The grass should not be green unless it is brown. Such as the sky is not blue, only a rainbow that one cannot possibly see so the eyes simply see blue.
The trees talk and laugh as they stand silently waiting for the clouds gather chat and the rain poor from their joyful personalities that ought to be seen as negative.
When the birds drop their eggs over top of mountains giving it its wonderful red color, spent of little birdies who never hatched so that flowers could bloom in peace without a wonder of curiosity from all the curios creatures.
The way the water ripple and shines as it shows the backwards reflection of the world it beholds as if sinking in to it will transport something into a totally different place.
So the ripple won’t ripple as much as the break. The fish in the the sea aren’t fish at all or perhaps they are the people of the imagination for a world not dominated by one species.
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