i've never brushed my hands across the skin of the ocean.
i've never embraced the snow of the mountain's canvas.
i've never breathed in the heat of a desert's exhalation.
the ocean will ripple,
the snow will build,
the sands will burn,
all without me.
so i am thankful,
in awe really,
that Nature's love
exists without man.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
i've never brushed my hands across the skin of the ocean.
i've never embraced the snow of the mountain's canvas.
i've never breathed in the heat of a desert's exhalation.
the ocean will ripple,
the snow will build,
the sands will burn,
all without me.
so i am thankful,
in awe really,
that Nature's love
exists without man.
