flameinthesnow

Before I typed these words into this box, the world was already built. Subtle webs were woven. Molten lava hardened into mountains. The rains and rivers carved out canyons. The desert patiently practiced thirst. A star called the sun continued to appear, and then to disappear daily on the horizon. What could I possibly add to what has already been created? I can merely scribble a few lines to express my wonder.