ala kerouac
the tree is wise and ever watching; the rock is indifferent to all but those who roll; the earth is our mother and she loves us, her soil is a sponge for our bad deeds; the wind is a secret friend and the rain is forgiving. the ocean is to be respected because she drowns young men; the lake, well it just likes to play. the man is by nature self serving, the woman a dangerous creature (but i love her anyway). the mountains are veracious and born of feuding parents while the valley is simply boy crazy. the road goes on and on and while it is a child of what we call mankind, never the less leads me to my next thought.