The Daily {W}rite February 2020 wk. o4

We're not the dreamer . . . we certainly are the dream. The trees, the forest where they live, the stars, the heaven where they die and live again . . . all of this we are, they are not us. They are only a whisper on our rotting lips and when we're gone all this . . . the oceans, the mountains, the desert lands . . . all this will cease to exist. There'll be no one left to remember.