dirt.

it started with some dirt. soil that looked perfect for the seeds i was planting. but the dirt kept coming until it came by the truckload. when there was no more dirt, I was left with a mound that I tried to shape. and everytime i thought i got it, it collapsed. always leaving dirt on my shoes. I left it. I left it alone and in the spring the grass grew over it. when I returned, it had turned into a hill, then a large hill, then a mountain. The mountain loomed over me. I felt the earth rattle beneath me. I had to move away from the mountain.