We are rocks,
The most solid soil.
When the rain comes,
Rock turns into soil,
When the rain stops,
Earth turns to dust.
We are insignificant motes of dust,
will eventually be scattered in the wind,
Die by thunder,
Lost in the fog,
Caught in fire.
Maybe we will die eventually,
No trace is seen,
Leave no legacy behind.
But who can deny,
A world changed by tiny dust particles,
There won't be any difference.
Communication,**
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
