Armies have conquered. And fallen in the end. Kingdoms have risen. Then buried by sand. The Earth is our mother. She gives and she takes. She puts us to sleep and. In her light we'll awake. We'll all be forgotten. There's no endless fame. But everything we do. Is never in vain. We're part of a story part of a tale. We're all on this journey. No one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?. Forests and deserts. Rivers blue seas. Mountains and valleys. Nothing here stays. While we think we witness. We are part of the scene. This never-ending story. Where will it lead to?. The earth is our mother. She gives and she takes. But she is also a part. A part of the tale. We're part of a story part of a tale. We're all on this journey. No one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?. We're part of a story part of a tale. Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane. No one remembers how it began.