Imagine if life was just a cup of tea -

So simple,
leaves steeping in the steaming water.
Only to spread what they have
to the joys of all around.

But instead,
our lives are just large scale mitosis.
Splitting between emotions out of our control.

What starts as a seed, roots deep in the ground,
not a flower, nor a tree, but a mountain.
Growing taller than we give can see.

See, mountains are just like our lives.
Starting deep in the ground,
yet growing far out of eyesight.

And, still, when lightning strikes
that simple, vulnerable point.
It all collapses around us.

And we are left,
alone,
in the rubble that was once something great.