Yeah, now I understand how they felt. Being alone, talking to themselves."She said while gazing at the caterpillar creeping on the stalk of a small dandelion, which was as fresh as the yellow hue that appears during a sunrise.
"At least you have two lives," she stated while a glisten of tears shined at the corner of her eyes. The soothing breeze was a contentment to her soul. The grass, the mountains, the flowers, the...