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
Copyright © Michelle Rensburg | Year Posted 2018
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