Philosophy.

A poem I made up about how I see stones.

Blocks in life.

Title explains it all.

Poem two of my "Through the Leaves" a Bonsai Poetry Collection.

Love is slow to grow, but it only grows for one:

Specimen of a Green Beryl Stone Mined in Columbia.

While humans have been fascinated of walking on water, there are stones that can skip, hop and run over water, called as skipping stones.

This is the lyrics of a song I wrote, I wrote this just so that I can have this word for the title.

This is a story of different crazy events circling back to the begging.