MiauKau

Sometimes I wish clouds could talk. I´ve got nothing more to say than this.

Trees are sourrounded with the breath of eternity. Every tree has it´s own story. Therefore I can not understand why people cut trees down without a reason. You leaned against their trunk, you hid yourself on top when you where young, you locked them into your heart, you were friends. It´s the same with books. Every book is a piece of eternity, tells his own story, has a soul. Maybe this is because books are made of trees. ~ * ~ Yesterday I asked someone wheather spiders can scream. And he said: " No. They have no vocal cords." That was exactly the answer I was expecting. Everyone would have said no. But how do they know