描述
The Wind howled over a hollow grave. Peaceful, serene, and beautifully tragic. Our time with her cannot be measured with age nor chrono-logics. A beginning and end are speculated, but the transformation of our matter is promised. Soil under the pads of her feet pulsated with new growth, and the eternal garden trailed slowly behind. Still early in her life cycle, she danced the centuries away under moonlit beacons of the infinite. Stars blinked in and out of existence, but still Nature persisted. We all share a small piece of her ; though our appreciation wanes from moment to moment, she’s knows we truly love her. At very least ; I still do.
A token of appreciation given forth by GIMIKS BORN, and a reminder to be thankful for the things we sometimes forget we have.
Written by : MENES the Pharaoh // @MENESthePharaoh
