Life, but needs a singular possibility
To seize heaven's fortune
What about us?
People surrounded with unlimited oppurtunities..
In a desolate land covered in flowing seas of sands
Traverses a cracked seed akin to a piece of gravel
With her fate lost to the desert hinterlands
Waiting for her magic to unfurl.
Stranded in the sands of time
With the torrid winds for company
Playing her role in nature's intricate pantomime
Untill she plays her final part
Laid to rest in the tenebrous crack of a rugose rock
Given rise to by the celestial cycles of day and night
The rosy dawn ushers in the magic of the cosmos
Crystal beads lining the ghastly fissures
Drawn out from the vapours of life
Permeating the deserts and swamps alike
Day and night the withered seed passed by
Until a hint of jade and a speck of viridian
From within the Stygian fissure
Out sprouts an emeral butterfly piercing the stony cocoon
A dot of green in a sea of red and yellow dune
With hope and pride she rises
The scorching Sun and the billowing winds, her existence refute
Nevertheless she blooms, under the evil Sun's angry glare
Looking at the azulet sky with an unwavering and pure stare
Fate can't help but play it's trick
Off withers the little fellow
Fading into dust and ashes
But, within those forsaken wastes are the seeds of hope
Taking root and thriving on the ashes of generations past
One becomes two and two becomes many
A pinch of green to a patch of emerald
From seas of sands to a verdant paradise
A cracked seed in an abyss of hopelessness
Giving rise to a towering forest amidst ruthlessness.
Inspired from
The "Arrival of the birds" and "Transformation"
Two beautiful masterpieces performed by
The Cinematic Orchestra... and
The London Metropolitan Orchestra
From the album "Crimson wings-Mystery of the Flamingos"
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