The music recommended by this posting is Max Richter's "On Reflection".
Even if you do not read the text, listen to the music. :)
I rubbed vowels and consonants to make the soil.
And I plant a small tree in one word.
Also planting a large tree with one word.
When I put the preposition, the flower bloomed.
So, the sentence became a living way.
Water sprang from the space between words.
The water flowed between the sentences.
The paragraph finally became a forest.
The paragraphs were connected and became mountain ranges.
The earth at the end of the mountain hugged the sea.
I wrote a title to be erased soon on the wet tidal flat.
In this shabby forest I looked for signs of life.
One small tomb that has bloomed.
I took a full stop on the pretty tomb like a baby 's head.
The wind blows when I hold a handful of soil.
Each syllables are rubbed and singing
Writing for only me.
PS)
I write this article for the planktons who are tired of writing.
I hope your writing will make you happier than anything else...
If you find the wrong expression, let me know.
I am studying English.