I wouldn't have changed Variegated cloaks birth after birth If I weren't born The population of the world Would've been less by one If I weren't born An engineer would've been less If I weren't born One son would've been less One husband would've been less One father would've been less One brother would've been less One brother-in-law would've been less And of course one petty poet on HelloPoetry would've been less If I weren't born Would it have been of any consequence? In this world of 7.9 billion population Surely of no consequence for them In the journey of eternal quest of mankind For me it would've been of infinitely huge consequence All Is would've been I I would've been God! If I weren't born
Your eyes twinkle differently. They don’t reflect the yellow from the sunflowers nearby but they seem to adore the tumultuous grey storm on the other side who knew one so mellow could suddenly harden maybe it hardened so it didn’t crumble -
but you didn’t realise the nature that surrounded you a fresh breeze blew over the calm lake green trees swung beside to provide you with shade flowers grew alongside, and handed you their delicate seeds they knew you would care for them even after they grew to become trees -
But you fell in love with the storm.
You became the ocean - almighty powerful, vast and destructive yet so alone no one ever saw you except for bare, faceless rocks or people who died taking their last hop you comforted life in your darkest depths but it never saw the sky above you and only ever mastered hiding in the comfort of the blue
you didn’t protect the seeds of the flower anymore those trees were too far away to shade you the calm breeze was replaced by a violent gale one that was too quick to move you
you may have progressed into the calm sea that is enjoyed or you may remain the storm but the salty sea will never be able to bring back the sweetness that is gone.
Exploring the multitude of consequences when the lake decides to metamorphose into the sea.
Like night creeping in when close to eve, Bringing silence, suffocating darkness and a shield for evil deeds Jealousy seeps in, when no one perceives, Like a seed bearing fruits of hate and deceit If not carefully pruned would bring strife, Nurtured to much would be like a hanging knife. Allowed to enter the heart it would fester and decay, Until one day the price one pays.