By-Products of a Series of Unfortunate Events

Whether it be of stone or not The tower would still stand Whether the water was of sea or sand It would still flow Whether the birds that fly South Do or do not The direction They would always know If life on Earth could cease to exist As it should Earth would still exist If life should not The insanity of it all Is still watching with idle disdain As we all remain, Quiet and patient Filled with that everlasting compassion Veiled behind a pretentious approach. Why have we angered so? When Life is diversity Life is pure Life is sweet Life is kindness That which should not be denied It is true Lives have been stolen Yet, lives have been shared Life is everywhere Yet, no-one cares Life is remembered Life is retold Life is the spirit Of a ten-month-old Life is united Life is found Life is free bound Life is a tree, rising from the ground In the many lives of life We see so many faces Some dense Some transparent Some closer to the core Some better than them all Changes come, changes go Changes in season Changes in reason Changes in succession Remembrance In the voices of your reason Creation In those whose who descend you Clarity In the bringing of the seasons Dedicate a lifetime Change the Fates Design Re-write our Mothers’ history Design the life You have chosen Remind those prepared to give up THEY CONTROL THEIR DESTINY Revere evolution She has come again For without her There would be no By-products Of a series Of Unfortunate Events