( How about I compose a song for you guys? ouo that'll pass time!
When the mountains loom above us
Crumbling falling down
When the trees grow straight and tall
You can hear the marvelous sound
Of Mother Nature singing along
Dancing twirling and skipping
Lets sing her happy song
Of waterfalls falling into lakes of mirrors
Of forests deep and dark and cold
Of caterpillars changing shape
Of lichen, of fungi, of mold
TADAAAA )
"Probably because there's a little bit of salt between the two of them." I say.