Looking deep down into a black hole
nothing to fill but the tears that drip on the sand
the sun is to weak to soak them up
but she continues to cry on dry land
her tears begin to create a puddle
the puddle begins to create a pool
the pool begins to create an ocean
an ocean filled with love
fishes mamimals and plants
her tears create the ocean that we see everyday
were couples and children go to play
who would of thought that one girls tears could create an ocean
mother nature perhaps? from a
mother nature perhaps? from a seed grows a forrest...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."