Billion and billion years before, when wilderness prevailed at the shore, no one ever was believed to be there, the water was empty, the air was bare, then came the traces of life, of which we are the latest kind, how different our lifestyle would be, if robots, not humans were we.
Drive me there, where the soul meets cool fresh air, mountains and clouds seem to shake hands, there, I’d be driving into nowhere, for mist and fog would leave me hide nor hair.
We all live within our comforts, due to some who’ve triumphed but suffered, endangeredness characterize their lives, for peace and tranquility, their heart strives.