Memory

Walking alone on
the road, I pick up
pebbles and dry
leaves. Creating
memories of
nothingness.
- Nuzhat

I am a pebble,
the memory of what was
once a mighty rock.

I am a brown leaf,
the memory of what was
once a great banyan.

I am small,
and yet I am big.
- me

Nature's balance is
perfect, smashing even fusing
atoms, riles her wild.
- Max