The day was slow and solemn. I woke to the sound of rain ushered by a gust, carelessly shattering the raindrops on anything it pleased. Remorselessly it came and went and did as it pleased to rain and tree alike.
Category: Scenic
Dawn to dusk and back.
Upon the shoulders of Gods came man to the world.
Nurtured by nature and hardship, and inspired by acts and deeds of those far greater, he poured his being to grow.
And grow he did in words then deeds, in bravery and stoic form.
From the very rock.
Stare upon your life and know that all parts of it came from one thing.
Feeding on all.
Were it not for the fact that life is simple, users, usurpers and vultures of all kinds would have nothing with which to act.
Repeating failure.
The colours changed but the world stayed the same.
The Ederren 