Nothing

it is with the simplicity of an old woman's meal.
Like the sand on the corner of your feet after a silent walk
it is more than what the eyes can see and less than what the mind can create.
It grows with the wise wind and shares history with nature.
It loves only those who believe and hates those who are maliciously blind.
it equilibrates the unbalance of humanity it divides the world into pieces of an abastract puzzle
It is that which allow us to feel the sun's heat and breathe the air naturaly.
no thing.

Submitted by Mayra, Los Angeles, Calif.