Short Stories

The red sun greets the day with a queit not heard by man. It can only be heard by those who listen to the land. The trees, lions, all wild beasts, they know when the land speaks. It speaks soft in the wind, it booms loud in the thunder, and it can be heard as the birds softly coo. Not many can hear it, just a few. Is your one of those people then hooray, good for you. But will people belive? There are always people who doubt, whatever you say. people who doubt the truth. Some people don't belive man set foot on the moon they say, " You know thats not true, do they have proof" Which reminds me that word proof. What is proof, is there proof it exists, all I know is that it's used everyday. Yes I'm off the subject, It started with land that I know, but really, you see it's not only me who loses track of the time. It's you too just look at your watch, I garuntee, that you think it si wrong. but no my dear friend, that's how time began, all with the tales of the land.