:: A Matter of Perspective, Part II ::
The very earth that we walk upon has always been there.
Not blatant, not conspicuous,
Yet the quintessence of our existence.
Some see it for what it is, the ground.
And they are silently grateful for it.
Some see it as something more, and use it to fertilize their sapling, which,
Nurtured over time, become a splendid tree which springs forth other lives.
And alas for some, it's just nothing but a pile of shit.