A World To Ponder
As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet
plagued life.
Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly
stomp.
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”
The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.
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