A person is made up of countless tiny worms
The eyes cannot see this miniature world clearly
The heart can hardly accept this incomprehensible vision
A mountain is made up of countless animals and plants
Stones and water are bones and blood
It does not move, but it is alive
A man and a mountain are intertwined clusters of life
Those who walk die in a flash
The still sometimes receive them
You may point to an image made of countless worms and say
Look! This is a man I know very well
But how do you know a mountain
Rushing in the stillness of the night
About the Creator
Son S Carney
An unknown female author, thank you for your support.
---Only those who experience the most painful perseverance will be worthy of having the most permanent happiness.
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