We are born as fluffy Clouds.
And then we storm, we rain. Drops.
Until somedays we shine as Rainbows.
Category: purpose
Fools
Some dig looking for the roots while others climb to ripe the fruits.
Tree trunk laughs:
I’m not your playground!
I have fruits to grow.
I’m a tree, you fool!
Oh, – human. – Mind!
Gyvi Ritmai
Įkvėpk įkvėpimo.
Iškvėpk kūrybą.
Breath of Life
Breathe in everything.
(…no one knows…)
Breathe out beauty.