Two of them, innocent children, under the stars they sat. A picnic basket and a checkered blanket lay beneath them, as the sun set slowly in the distance.
Thoughts drift through both their heads, questioning why.
Why are we here? Why are we not dead and gone?
The answer remains the same.
We live to be together, to work together, to survive together.
We are one.
We, are love, as it is.
Thoughts drift through both their heads, questioning why.
Why are we here? Why are we not dead and gone?
The answer remains the same.
We live to be together, to work together, to survive together.
We are one.
We, are love, as it is.
