Words without thought, are leaves swirling in the wind, tumultous yet lasting but only a moment, leaving just a movement in the pattern Thought without words, are as the clouds on a clear day, leaving mere shadows that fade as the sun leaves the day, Thought with words are as footprints in the sand, to be swept away with the next play of the wind or wave Thoughts pondered, written and then spoken are like a force of nature a whirlwind that leaves in its wake, a change in all that it touches. But in the rare few instances when such thoughts carried by such words are written again. they remain as the milestones of man, written across the pages of history leaving a message for generations to come. :crazyBow
