BystanderOfEternity

stones, trees, rivers. The stones. Unchanging, resilient, fixated to their goal. You can push them, strike them, bury them, they don't care. You can try to change them, a stone they will remain. Their path is clear to them, no obstacle is worth of changing it. You can lead them down a different, better path, they will not waver from theirs. They have a goal and nothing, no-one else matters. The trees. Growing, seeking, improving. From a tiny, frail sapling they grow, looking up, seeking more and growing ever more. They can grove into great trees, or wither young and become little more than empty shells. A tiny sapling, pushed down, kept in