The water and the moss both love the rocks, the strength that it holds and the silent power it demands, but they love very differently. The water takes its time, constantly moving but ever so slowly changing it into something completely different, something that is entirely it's own, while the moss just clings to every space it can, flourishing as long as it promises to never ever let go.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Rocks
The water and the moss both love the rocks, the strength that it holds and the silent power it demands, but they love very differently. The water takes its time, constantly moving but ever so slowly changing it into something completely different, something that is entirely it's own, while the moss just clings to every space it can, flourishing as long as it promises to never ever let go.
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