Beans, trees and flowers all have this in common. Think kindergarten activity with the Littles waiting impatiently for their project to...

inhuman builders, artists with wings thousands and thousands of tiny little things i am their walls, their floors and their ceilings if you can harvest me, it's a humble way to make a living

Where land and sea share a lazy embrace, waves gently dance in a tranquil space. A boundary of blue, where horizons blend, stretching endlessly, where journeys end.

Golden soldiers in rows so neat, waving in fields under the sun's heat. In harvest time, they make a treat, from summer's warmth, we eat their sweet.

im a plant on the ground, i dont move unless the wind pushes me, i let insects rest on me, and i never make a sound.