People

People…

People who exist because they are people…

They exist to say good morning to you if you are near them…

They exist to laugh and cry…

They exist to feel your heart…

They exist to ask you to listen to them…

They exist to put the “dough” they created in the “oven” they built…

They exist to tame nature…

They exist to show you the wisdom of nature…

Such people exist all over the earth…

… but for me, Zovic’s grandmother pushed me to write these words…

PEOPLE