I really like the ground. It is nice and fresh and it really helps the earth out. If we didnt have the ground, earthworms wouldn’t even have a place to live, think about how sad that is. Speaking of eathworms, we are working on that in science
it was hard, never soft. It was always there for me when I needed to land. I walk upon it to get to where I’m going, which may sometimes be unknown. There was never anything else but the Ground..
Beneath my feet. Keeping me rooted to this earth. It keeps me connected. Safe. Always there, beneath me, ready to catch me if I fall. And to help me stand up again.
im young im wild stop holding me down
im out there and crazy dont stand on my ground
i no what im doing what ive looked for ive found
i set the bound
stay off of my ground
The ground was cold as her bare feet flopped onto the floor. She reached over to her nightstand to grab a pair of slippers and placed them on her chilled toes. Had she forgotten to turn on the heater the night before? That was not like her, heat was her best friend. Winter had become her enemy when pain became her companion, not by choice but circumstance. She made a mental note to self to check the furnace, wanting to not wait until the next morning when she was not able to move because she froze up like the tin man.
The ground is where you walk. It is the source of nutrients for all living things that live in the Earth but not in water. Ground can also be the source of your drinking water and provides the nutrients for the food you eat. The ground is also the place where you may be burried once your lifetime here on Earth is over.
the problem with us is, there is no ground under us. we can’t walk away from eachother, because the chemistry in the air pulls us together and we are just two floating lost souls looking for the tree of life.
She was threw onto the ground, beaten, tied, gagged.
The dust flew up to her nose and filled her mouth, making her eyes water.
Yet what could she do? After all, she was grounded.
i have seen many grounds but cricket ground is the best ground. ground with green grass looks amazing . i love to see children playing on ground . i would like to have an house on ground floor.
The ground you stand on. The ground that looks you in the eye. The ground that you will just walk by. I’m on my road. I’ve got my map in hand, but I just don’t know where I stand and now I’m here, picking up pieces off the ground.
Being grounded is an expression with unnecessary negative connotations. Staying on the ground, strong and steady, is sometimes the hardest thing to do. To be aware of your steps and their weight, to correctly measure the next one, it can be both instinctive and a challenge.
Ground is very important to all of us where evryone stands all sports requires Ground .
Without ground we would be nothing , Ground is the main part of our life
The ground seemed to crumble beneath him. It was scary, for sure. He tried to get away, to escape from the immediate death that awaited him if he stayed where he was. He didn’t want to die. He never liked dying, so why start today?
“Help!” He called, tears in his eyes.
I never want to be grounded. There is just too much space above me. A whole universe to explore and and see. Why would you want to limit my possibilities to one rock in orbit, when I have billions to go see.
My feet hit the ground. I stumbled ever so slightly but I started running like my life depended on it. I could hear dogs barking and sirens blaring in the background of my mind. None of it registered in my mind all i knew was that i had to keep running.
the ground is hard, like a rock, a very big rock. not a rock you can throw but a rock you can live on. a great rock. the rock. my rock. your rock. our rock. the ground, is a rock. and we depend on it.
The ground where we stood was slipping away slowly as we struggle to regained our composure. It was a frighten experience indeed, when the wall all around us collapse and slide down the hillside, and to make matters worse, the earth gave way under the pressure of water when the pipe burst and the area was flooded.
The ground was hard, cold. It was alone, abandoned. No one ever looked at it. No one ever thought about it. But the ground was used to it. The solitude. The cold november nights.
Ground cumin and ground beef. Chili on a chilly day. Football blares in the background. Pockets of damp wood pop and sizzle when the flames in the fireplace lick them.
The ground looked solid enough, but after the first step, Elizabeth wished she had examined it a bit more closely, for it collapsed the moment weight was upon it. Her fall wasn’t one of those where she had time to consider her circumstances, but rather it was the sudden, jolting kind that claimed all of her senses with calamity and then set them ablaze with the shattering pain of an unexpected landing.
Settle slowing to the ground. Try to be there without impact, do not move or displace objects unnecessarily. The sounds of nature will cover a slow intrusion, smothering crackles and creaks with the constant sound of water or the rustling of leaves.
on solid ground she stood and reached the highest goals never leaving the peace of mind, offending anybody or flattering faulty people solid ground is where she stood yet she loved the skies
Humbled sat the foundation it sits,
Keeping there and the penny hits,
Rolled across the floor to me,
3 dimensions is all I can see,
I stand, walk and run
Run as fast as my feet can
The ground was very stiff and uncomfortable. It wasn’t soft at all. He sighed and continued walking. It was like walking on a dessert ground! He complained to himself. It didn’t take long before he’d had had enough. He ran, dust particles coming up fromt he ground with him
one day i was walking along a long and winding road and i tripped on a dinasauor i thought i had landed on the ground but no. i just kept falling i really didnt understand i was just going and going and going, this was a nightmare.
He looked up and tried to control his thoughts.
He loved her. He had known he did for a long time, much longer than she thought, anyways.
She was purposeful and sturdy, unwavering and sure. She was everything he was.
It is nurturing, forgiving, all sustaining. I press against it for survival. I need to feel it’s roughness against my cheek, my lips, my skin. It is all that I need in survival. It is everything. On another note, I am completely separate.
earthy mucky murky I am underneath it. All light comes from my torch. Sometimes I have grit between my teeth. It has been almost a month now. I can’t feel it is doing me any good. But this is the way it has to be from now on. I was burned, you see. Burned bad. They don’t deserve to have me in the real world.
The thing about Heaven is that you’re so far from the ground. When the Lord lifts you up so high, the only place left to go is down. Fall from grace and fall to Hell. A fall so far it’ll break more than your back. It’ll break your soul.
the ground cannot take my stand. I shall not be moved. I will be an artist. I will change the world as you see it. I don’t care about t=what they tell me I can and I cannot do. If this is what’s going make me happy, let me be happy and poor instead of rich and miserable. That is my stand.
they play on the ground. the common plain surface. which doesn’t do partiality between two teams or 2 players playing on it. it is same for them all. its fair to all!
She is the breeze that cools you on a hot day,she is the beverage you crave ,the air you need,the ground that matches you step for step..she is the woman I want to be,the woman I long to be..
The ground is solid, and never really changes, at least by choice. I love to be solid like the ground in who I am, just as I would like the people in my life to be. They’re called earthquakes for a reason. At the same time, I do think you have to be flexible, able to like other things, nobody likes a “stick in the mud” as they call it. I think everyone needs to stand for one thing, that makes you who you are, but also understand that no one is going to think the exact same way. On the contrary actually, they might think the exact opposite thing. So, be grounded in one thing, one idea, one trait, but don’t judge others for not being grounded in the same thing. They might have had an earth shattering earthquake that made them not be able to stay so grounded. So, by all means, be grounded, but don’t carry around a whip for whomever does not share that ground with you and is not as grounded with that as you are.
I really like the ground. It is nice and fresh and it really helps the earth out. If we didnt have the ground, earthworms wouldn’t even have a place to live, think about how sad that is. Speaking of eathworms, we are working on that in science
it was hard, never soft. It was always there for me when I needed to land. I walk upon it to get to where I’m going, which may sometimes be unknown. There was never anything else but the Ground..
i used to wish that there wasnt any ground and that everything was flaoting
Beneath my feet. Keeping me rooted to this earth. It keeps me connected. Safe. Always there, beneath me, ready to catch me if I fall. And to help me stand up again.
im young im wild stop holding me down
im out there and crazy dont stand on my ground
i no what im doing what ive looked for ive found
i set the bound
stay off of my ground
The ground was cold as her bare feet flopped onto the floor. She reached over to her nightstand to grab a pair of slippers and placed them on her chilled toes. Had she forgotten to turn on the heater the night before? That was not like her, heat was her best friend. Winter had become her enemy when pain became her companion, not by choice but circumstance. She made a mental note to self to check the furnace, wanting to not wait until the next morning when she was not able to move because she froze up like the tin man.
The ground is where you walk. It is the source of nutrients for all living things that live in the Earth but not in water. Ground can also be the source of your drinking water and provides the nutrients for the food you eat. The ground is also the place where you may be burried once your lifetime here on Earth is over.
ground cinnamon with a twist of lime
dropped on the ground , but only one time
still good, I promise!
I was grounded my the scent of dirt and swears.
the problem with us is, there is no ground under us. we can’t walk away from eachother, because the chemistry in the air pulls us together and we are just two floating lost souls looking for the tree of life.
Every height starts from the ground. This is where excellence starts from, the scratch
the ground is wonderful. full of electrons. grounding is healthy for you. run around bare feet and touch the ground with your feet. feel the earth.
She was threw onto the ground, beaten, tied, gagged.
The dust flew up to her nose and filled her mouth, making her eyes water.
Yet what could she do? After all, she was grounded.
i have seen many grounds but cricket ground is the best ground. ground with green grass looks amazing . i love to see children playing on ground . i would like to have an house on ground floor.
The ground you stand on. The ground that looks you in the eye. The ground that you will just walk by. I’m on my road. I’ve got my map in hand, but I just don’t know where I stand and now I’m here, picking up pieces off the ground.
Being grounded is an expression with unnecessary negative connotations. Staying on the ground, strong and steady, is sometimes the hardest thing to do. To be aware of your steps and their weight, to correctly measure the next one, it can be both instinctive and a challenge.
Ground is very important to all of us where evryone stands all sports requires Ground .
Without ground we would be nothing , Ground is the main part of our life
The ground seemed to crumble beneath him. It was scary, for sure. He tried to get away, to escape from the immediate death that awaited him if he stayed where he was. He didn’t want to die. He never liked dying, so why start today?
“Help!” He called, tears in his eyes.
I never want to be grounded. There is just too much space above me. A whole universe to explore and and see. Why would you want to limit my possibilities to one rock in orbit, when I have billions to go see.
My feet hit the ground. I stumbled ever so slightly but I started running like my life depended on it. I could hear dogs barking and sirens blaring in the background of my mind. None of it registered in my mind all i knew was that i had to keep running.
the ground is hard, like a rock, a very big rock. not a rock you can throw but a rock you can live on. a great rock. the rock. my rock. your rock. our rock. the ground, is a rock. and we depend on it.
The ground where we stood was slipping away slowly as we struggle to regained our composure. It was a frighten experience indeed, when the wall all around us collapse and slide down the hillside, and to make matters worse, the earth gave way under the pressure of water when the pipe burst and the area was flooded.
The ground was hard, cold. It was alone, abandoned. No one ever looked at it. No one ever thought about it. But the ground was used to it. The solitude. The cold november nights.
Ground cumin and ground beef. Chili on a chilly day. Football blares in the background. Pockets of damp wood pop and sizzle when the flames in the fireplace lick them.
The ground looked solid enough, but after the first step, Elizabeth wished she had examined it a bit more closely, for it collapsed the moment weight was upon it. Her fall wasn’t one of those where she had time to consider her circumstances, but rather it was the sudden, jolting kind that claimed all of her senses with calamity and then set them ablaze with the shattering pain of an unexpected landing.
Settle slowing to the ground. Try to be there without impact, do not move or displace objects unnecessarily. The sounds of nature will cover a slow intrusion, smothering crackles and creaks with the constant sound of water or the rustling of leaves.
my feet hit the ground rhythmically, one, two, three…
on solid ground she stood and reached the highest goals never leaving the peace of mind, offending anybody or flattering faulty people solid ground is where she stood yet she loved the skies
Humbled sat the foundation it sits,
Keeping there and the penny hits,
Rolled across the floor to me,
3 dimensions is all I can see,
I stand, walk and run
Run as fast as my feet can
The ground was very stiff and uncomfortable. It wasn’t soft at all. He sighed and continued walking. It was like walking on a dessert ground! He complained to himself. It didn’t take long before he’d had had enough. He ran, dust particles coming up fromt he ground with him
one day i was walking along a long and winding road and i tripped on a dinasauor i thought i had landed on the ground but no. i just kept falling i really didnt understand i was just going and going and going, this was a nightmare.
He looked up and tried to control his thoughts.
He loved her. He had known he did for a long time, much longer than she thought, anyways.
She was purposeful and sturdy, unwavering and sure. She was everything he was.
ground means a foundation. A foundation that is a base for everything. Grounds can be of many types, football ground, hockey grouund,
It is nurturing, forgiving, all sustaining. I press against it for survival. I need to feel it’s roughness against my cheek, my lips, my skin. It is all that I need in survival. It is everything. On another note, I am completely separate.
earthy mucky murky I am underneath it. All light comes from my torch. Sometimes I have grit between my teeth. It has been almost a month now. I can’t feel it is doing me any good. But this is the way it has to be from now on. I was burned, you see. Burned bad. They don’t deserve to have me in the real world.
they play on the ground. it is that one common surface.which does not be partial to any of the two teams or players. it is one for all.. it is fair!
The thing about Heaven is that you’re so far from the ground. When the Lord lifts you up so high, the only place left to go is down. Fall from grace and fall to Hell. A fall so far it’ll break more than your back. It’ll break your soul.
the ground cannot take my stand. I shall not be moved. I will be an artist. I will change the world as you see it. I don’t care about t=what they tell me I can and I cannot do. If this is what’s going make me happy, let me be happy and poor instead of rich and miserable. That is my stand.
they play on the ground. the common plain surface. which doesn’t do partiality between two teams or 2 players playing on it. it is same for them all. its fair to all!
She is the breeze that cools you on a hot day,she is the beverage you crave ,the air you need,the ground that matches you step for step..she is the woman I want to be,the woman I long to be..
The ground is solid, and never really changes, at least by choice. I love to be solid like the ground in who I am, just as I would like the people in my life to be. They’re called earthquakes for a reason. At the same time, I do think you have to be flexible, able to like other things, nobody likes a “stick in the mud” as they call it. I think everyone needs to stand for one thing, that makes you who you are, but also understand that no one is going to think the exact same way. On the contrary actually, they might think the exact opposite thing. So, be grounded in one thing, one idea, one trait, but don’t judge others for not being grounded in the same thing. They might have had an earth shattering earthquake that made them not be able to stay so grounded. So, by all means, be grounded, but don’t carry around a whip for whomever does not share that ground with you and is not as grounded with that as you are.